Novel & Cerita Fairy Tail 12 Spriggan

> ( I'm from the Sprite Realm my name is Genie but my mate is from the Silver Fang Pack ) < Okay, do you want me to get you out of here? > ( no! no! the darkness will eat me if you do! this sack is a secret protection defence my sisters and I have, we can stay in these for hundreds of years without dying or going hungry ) Silver Fang, it seems that Raven and I really have been tied together by fate in more ways that one. < Okay Dad, so we need to spread the serum and clean this mess up and get out of here, she's a sprite > [ okay, that means we'd have to shift back ] < okay > we shift back quickly and take our serum from our pouch.

I seemed to have understood this situation. Demon sparrows are known to have a powerful core that can make a human immortal. Although the hunt for their race significantly decreased ever since the devils took abode in the Mortal Realm, that doesn’t mean that it has completely disappeared. I tried to sound as soft as possible, “Don’t be afraid. We are not here to hurt you nor your baby. Alright?” “Will it work?” Jethro asked me, but I ignored him. I looked at the sparrow mom, “I guess.”

“Our undying loyalty.” “Our absolute fealty.” It’s hard to keep up with them. It’s almost as if they have one mind working in multiple bodies, completing each other’s sentences. “Sprites?” Eli asks. “Yes, Woodland Sprites to be exact. There are other kinds, water sprites, forest sprites…” “Well, that’s what we are isn’t it, forest sprites?” Draiden says “Yes, except we call ourselves the Woodland Sprites, so we’re better.” Funichio insists.

he warns us. "Oh please don't tell me that we are going to face another hydra beast," I worriedly said to Yang. "You fought with the Hydra beast and won?" Yang surprisingly asked me. "Yeah, we won, but we got help from the fallen angel, demon warrior, and the naphalem. So far this has been all we got, a half succubus, half shape-shifter, a former nine-tailed fox, and Djinn who is turning into a human being," I replied to him.

Hamish Webb, who was leading the case, looked at me with a deep frown and said, "Stella, the glass Rachel drank from only has your fingerprints and hers. None of the other items handled by others showed any toxic reaction. "Only the inner wall of the glass used by Rachel tested positive for a high concentration of aphrodisiac. All evidence currently points to you. Please come in with us for questioning." As the handcuffs were fastened around my wrists, the shock on my face still hadn't faded. How could this be?