Fairy Tail Deliora Novels & Stories

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

One steps forward (female, wings like fractured glass folded against her back). She bows to me. Not to Malphas. To me. “I am Lyriel,” she says, voice soft as snowfall. “I will attend you across the Veil.” Malphas tries to object. She ignores him. She opens the cage herself and offers a hand. Her fingers are cold, but steady. I take it. The moment we touch, the runes on the bars flare silver. The gold chains on my wrists crack and fall away like cheap glass. Malphas shrieks.

she answered, knowing that telling Antonio means Lucian has to know but there was no use in lying when he asked her straight forward. “Well, all it would take is time, as long as you understand, that’s all because you won’t even know when you get perfect in it. So tell me, your tutor must be quite an oriental woman to teach you those dance steps to perfection.” “Oh, Dolores really is an oriental woman, I knew that about her the first time I saw her.”

] [Dragon King: They don’t look like they know we are here. [Fire Phoenix: That red-haired is annoying me for some reason.] [Fairy Queen: Same feelings here @Fire Phoenix.] ……. A/N: For clarifications: Dragon King - Oliver Troublemaker Goblin - Jethro Silent Werewolf - Draven Snow Fox - Snow Not Little Mermaid - Nayara Fire Phoenix - Lumara Fairy Queen - Crystal Do you like these nicknames I made for them? On the other note, thank you for reading~ lovelots

< Queseon looked at Deliora that was in a deep slumber around his son and held it out in front of him, >Have you ever questioned why Deliora can move on its own and understand what we say? Igris looked down at the scarf that was like its pet animal. He wonder why it moved and understood what he said but never questioned it because he loved Deliora as much as he loved his father. Igris shook his head. Queseon hummed, >When your father found his mother, he couldn’t take the shock and that shock broke the barrier that kept his cultivation sealed. The barrier that broke was so powerful that it killed your father in the process but because he had the healing capabilities of a Sun Dragon, he survi

“What a lousy Princess. She doesn’t even say thank you. I am already helping her, but she just left,“ Deril muttered. He looked back at the sky. Deril’s face looked agitated. He seemed to be waiting for something. Then a light swooped from the sky and fell in front of Deril. The light then turned into a human figure. It was the figure of a beautiful woman. From the looks of it, the woman was Deril’s age, twenty years old. She wore a lovely blue dress. The dress seemed very gently wrapped around her body. The unique thing about the woman was her long ears. It looked like the ears of fairies. But not beyond her head. The woman’s eye is dark blue. There were no pupils in the woman’s eyes. Deril

She was a middle aged woman with hair as long as the silky sheets and To this woman who manipulated the elements as freely as a potter moulding clay into his desired shape, the words of the dragon were nothing but amusing. “Little lizard, just because you do not like her presence here does not mean that you should try to destroy her. She isn’t yours to destroy. She isn’t yours to disregard, you impertinent brat!” Delores scoffed and stretched forth her hand. A large ball of light gathered before her.

No matter what, I will never let her go. Never. Delia stood with the attention of everyone, her hands slightly open, resembling a white oak tree with branches stretching out, elegant and beautiful. Two golden lilies on her shoulders began to wither slowly, their deep golden petals shimmering faintly. The moment the petals touched the ground, a slow white mist began to emanate from her body. Her skirt moved without wind, resembling a swaying white sail in the breeze. Her translucent, glass-like eyes closed, and her rosy lips murmured the word "Pearl," the name she gave her white wolf.

I interjected, my voice tinged with frustration as I stared at Delilah, hoping she would finally understand. "Please, let her speak," Margaret cautioned, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and concern. Undeterred by my interruption, Delilah continued, her voice laced with a touch of awe. "Our friend here is the plainest amongst us all. She was born for great things. It's incredible that she still wears human skin when she's truly a goddess. She had a one-on-one encounter with Derenzantrafiakiloma, the one who reads minds. That entity visited her in human form," Delilah revealed, causing our eyes to widen in astonishment.