Fairy Tail Brandish Novels & Stories

“EDGAR!!” The older sister shouted, seeing her younger brother seriously injured by the attack, while the fire magical girl stepped towards her while holding her bow. "You’re finished." Sicily looked at her. She tried to stand up again even though she was also badly injured. At such a critical moment, the Karelian girl suddenly remembered something. “Ah, I remember now. You’re Alberta, right, the second-strongest member of the Vitanian Frontline Witches Brigade, huh?” “Oh, so you just found out who I am? That’s good,” she said.

"Then suddenly, the news breaks that you two are having a marriage alliance." I put down my teacup, my fingers trembling slightly. "Are you saying… this alliance wasn't just political?" "Caterina, do you really think the Blackwood Pack, with their status, actually needs an alliance with the Silver Moon Pack?" Brianna's eyes were filled with shock. "They're the most powerful pack in North America!" "Then why…" "Because he wanted you," she said bluntly. "My guess? He heard your bond with Rocco was broken and immediately made your father an offer he couldn't refuse."

When its claws lifted, only two mangled bodies remained. Several young women screamed and clutched their heads, close to collapse. A furious shout cut through the noise. "Damn it! Monster! Don't touch my students!" Hope flared as the students recognized the voice. "It's Ms. Brandt!" A tall woman stood at the entrance with her hair pulled into a high ponytail. A simple, razor-sharp longsword rested in her right hand. She slashed at the monster without hesitation. A strange ripple ran along the blade. Faint blue light shimmered across the steel.

“The witch who made this deal is tied to your life. You die, she gets power. You live branded, she controls you.” “Who made the deal?” My teeth chattered. He looked at me. “You tell me. Who benefits if the Goddess’s chosen consort is branded and rejected?” Lyra. Caiden. “The brand blocks the fated bond,” Draven went on. He set the silver blade tip against the edge of the burn. “That’s why Caiden could sever it. That’s why he didn’t feel pain. The bond was muted. Leashed.” I grabbed his wrist. “Wait.”

Lysander commanded, his voice turning into a freezing rasp as he drew his dark blade. ​Within moments, a high ranking warrior clad in the silver-and-blue armor of the Silver Crescent pack marched into the clearing, flanked by two royal guards. Seraphina’s breath hitched as she recognized the man leading them—it was Brandon, his face distorted into a wicked, arrogant sneer as he looked at her gray tunic, entirely ignoring the presence of the two deadliest Alphas on the continent.

She grabbed my arm with the brand on it and yanked me closer to see it. "713, you are a demigoddess that was once a branded pack house slave, and you are scarred horrendously. How can any man even lay next to you or look at you and find you attractive? You're hideous," she spat. I yanked my arm away and slapped her across the face with my free hand.

Now she was marrying their killer, bound by family loyalty and her mother's freedom. Halfway down, she caught sight of other familiar faces,Romano loyalists who'd switched sides, former allies now wearing Castelli colors. The betrayal cut deeper than bullets. When she reached the altar, Felix held out his hand. She froze, knowing that touching it was more than a gesture,it was a chain. "My lady ," he murmured, voice pitched low. "Ready to become mine?" "Ready to watch you burn," she whispered back, placing her hand in his. His fingers closed around hers like steel shackles.

Why isn’t he following her? Wait, has she thrown some of Brandt’s poison over him?! Clever girl. A sharp, flaming pain brings me back to the moment as Brandt slashes at me with a silver Baselard. I try to adjust, but I still can’t move my limbs properly. I can just about wriggle my fingers now. Shit, I think Brandt knows I’m fighting this off; his eyes are glowing deeper and deeper red. Probably why he’s brought a dagger to a fist fight. Prick.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

Aiden turned to Brandi. “I, Aiden Nichols, Alpha of the Blue Lake Pack, release the pack bond and sever all ties to Brandi Stewart.” Aiden announced, and Brandi clutched her heart and screamed, before another warrior replaced Thomas holding her as Thomas stepped behind her and snapped her neck.