Fairy Tail Brandish Novels & Stories

"Is that poison still in my system? Or an after effect from that holy sword? I don't feel any side effects of poison though, and apart from exhausted I'm beginning to feel normal again despite a still rather sizable hole in my back." "Hmm?" Brisia who had been looking out over the city turned her attention back to Christopher. ... !!! She leapt down from her gravity ignoring perch taking hold of Christopher's arm the ink looking substance was still a little above his wrist but was still going. "OOOooo!" Brisia danced in place excitedly turning back towards the hole holding her palm out whispering. "Come see your human." After finishing the sentence she gently blew on her palm as though blowi

*Whoosh* Swift Indigo wasted no time. Once she heard the words indicating the start of the match, she sprang right into action. Her slim sword was as elegant as its owner, and the slightly blue color of its blade gave it a sort of surreal effect as it wove through the air like a needle. Its owner and the weaver, Swift Indigo, was like a skilled seamstress, as her sword gently pushed towards Black Hand.

“But what Metil-” “Are you seriously doubting that guy? He beat down a Guardian class dragon with his bare hands. If you are doubting him, do you really think you can do any better?” “That’s…” “Trust your brother, Bran.” Shimboon placed a hand on Bran’s shoulder. Bran frowned. He knew that he couldn’t possibly match up to his brother. He gave up in the end. “Okay.” Bran said, feeling defeated. The others smiled and sighed in relief.

He gripped her by the arms so that she would turn to look at him. “It means she comes from one of the most powerful black magic enchantresses that ever existed. Brindle may be next in line to rule the side of darkness.” Madison set down on the sofa as it seemed her legs no longer wanted to support her.

Stepping into the ring, Edda looked at her opponent. "I'm Natasha Bryant, a Blue Feather Sect outer disciple." Natasha smiled at Edda and drew the longsword from the sheath. The flame-like lines on the sword's body were like scalding molten lava, and everyone present could feel the scorching temperature even though they were far apart.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

“Silas please, don’t. I am loyal. You know this!” The first vampire slapped me hard across the face before violently grabbing my broken arm, the bone only just beginning its unnatural healing. “You will not address his highness by his given name, WITCH! He is your master!” I whimpered, my legs heavy and strained as I struggled to escape their grasp; panic rippling through me. “Please master! I don’t want to be branded.” “There is no choice Fraulein. I need you to submit to this brand as a sign you will never defect, or if you do it will cost you.” Silas said sternly, showing that there was no room for arguments.

“You’ve met him now that he’s appeared. Can he see me now?” “Let go... let me go!” Arista tried to push his hand away, but to no avail. The Fairy Market Master not only didn’t let go but also pulled her into a tight embrace. “I won’t let you leave.” His voice was almost insane. “Master, Master...” “I’m not your master!” Arista shouted loudly, pushing her hands against the Fairy Market Master’s chest forcefully. At that moment, the Ellise on Arista’s wrist suddenly grew a sharp branch, piercing through the Fairy Market Master’s chest.

His opponent was Jade, the Saintess of Modest Lady Holy Land, also known as Thousand Eyes and Flowers. It was already extremely rare for two contestants with such a rare same surname to appear in the same tournament. They belonged to different factions yet both were advancing to the final few rounds. Not to mention, if Yara had revealed his phoenix bloodline and inheritance, he might have very well made it to the finals too. The people with the surname Fries were terrifying beyond words! These were the thoughts running through Chase's head for no particular reason. On the other hand, after Jade saluted, she launched her attack without hesitation.

he spits, his anger evident as he clutches his injured cheek. As they advance menacingly toward me, I feel a surge of relief wash over me as tendrils of darkness envelop the scene, familiar and comforting. Suddenly, Valen materializes behind them, his presence commanding as he stands tall and imposing, dressed in black attire with a silver leaf band adorning his head. A frown crosses his features as he locks eyes with the other faeries. "How dare you touch her?" His voice is low and dangerous, causing a chill to run down my back as he asserts his authority with ease.