Fairy Tail Brandish Novels & Stories

ARTFOLD’S POV “Nagaski has fallen sick, Alpha,” the maid said and I looked up instantly after receiving the news. “Nagasaki?” I threw the paper back to Alicia subconsciously. Nagasaki was my favorite black crow that delivers messages to me whenever I'm miles away from the pack and I was needed in the pack urgently. I approached the maid, who bowed her head in respect. “What happened to it?” I asked in a cold tone and she bowed her head respectfully.

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.

His voice carried authority that made even seasoned fighters nod in respect. Silas, younger but eager, supervised the arrow shafts. He dipped the tips in a glowing silver mixture—the kind forged to wound dark creatures who thrived on shadow magic. “Father says we fight with what we are,” Silas said, holding up his clawed hand, “but we’ll carry these for when our enemies hide behind tricks.”

His eyes dart from the rearview mirror to the road as he drives out of the club. Khaid leans back and exhales. “I will find you and feed your carcasses to the birds, stranger.” “There's a problem, boss” “What is it?” “The consignment is. . .” “Brandon likes fire, doesn't he?” He smirks in an evil manner. “Let's see how much fire he can play with.”

My name left his lips in a low, rough voice, as if saying it took more effort than he wanted to admit. I flinched, then went still. "You... you know my name? You think I'm Clara, everyone thinks I'm Clara—" "I'd know your scent anywhere, little bird." His silver eyes fell to the brand, and something dark settled behind them. Unlike Tristan's public outbursts, this anger didn't need to announce itself. "I've known your scent for years. Long before my brother ever put his hands on you." "Your brother," I whispered, the realization creeping in one piece at a time. The banished prince. The Wild Monster of the borders, the name mothers in the northern territories used to make children behave.

This place was hidden behind another building and from the eyes of passersby, that’s why it was difficult for Nayara to shout for help. One of them tried to get up from the floor, but I quickly suppressed him. He let out a groan, but it only made me kick him on his shin and stomped on his hand afterward. “This dirty hand dared lay on the mermaid princess.” “Ugh! Let me go!” “You can throw that out of the window this instant.” Using another wind talisman, I threw him to the wall making him vomit a mouthful of blood and lose consciousness. “Brothers, we can’t let this woman outdo us. Charge!”

She gasped, eyes wide, spine arching as the sigil burned into her. A vision struck her—blinding, wordless. Fire sweeping across a battlefield. A throne, blackened and broken. Clawed feet crushing a crown into dust. A roar that shook the bones of mountains. She didn’t know if it was memory or magic, didn’t know if the images came from him or the mark itself—but they rooted deep. When her eyes snapped open, the world was different. He was different. And so was she. The pain from the brand was unbearable—and then something else swelled beneath it. Pleasure. Shameful, foreign, treacherous.

“…Oh, right. My name’s August Whisperwind, a human. I’m Ranked Fifth among the first years, codename, .” A quick and simple introduction. Though he may not look like it, he seems to be quite the smooth talker. I will remember your name, . The person sitting next to him is Crimson Veludora Blaze, a hybrid of a dragon and phoenix in a humanoid form. He’s been glaring at me for an awfully long time already. When he knew it was his turn, he broke his eye contact and looked away with an enraged and grumpy look. …Weirdo. Even for a dragon.

said Swift Mustang, Twilight & Bronyium looked at the them “Quiet Lily, Astral Mist, Ivory Wings, Lunar Scar, Swift Mustang & Shadow Star… the Disabled Six proud and strong” said Bronyium “is Dashie okay…” I said, Swift and the others, Bronyium & Twilight turned around and saw me walking with the help of Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora “Firefly are you okay?” Twilight asked “I am just got help from Azerix, Aezaith & Phageomora.” I said.

"I want my hair to look exactly like me or exactly like you..." Emily's respiration and rate were both racings, and her heartbeat was particularly rapid. Her hands were clammy, and she found that she was unable to control them any longer. She gives the impression that she is completely overcome with feelings, but really, she is quite satisfied with the fact that the alpha is gradually realizing her value as a slave breeder.