Fairy Tail Lahar Novels & Stories

Her face had started to turn purple and the whites of her eyes had started to roll upwards. “She has the guts to harm you. Let me end her this time.” Largo growled again but Lilly shook her head quickly. “No! Love, please. I don't want you to kill anyone. Please, not now…” Lilly begged and cupped her hands. She didn’t want Luca to kill Gres because Gres is one of the descendants of the water fairy, The Bubbles. “Luca, please. I don't want any fairy descendants to be killed. She is one of them, whether we like it or not. But the Fairy descendant is rare these days, you know it right?”

Her body might’ve become numb after all the fights they’d been through. As they reached the end of the hall, they only found a left path, so they turned … But then Larice almost stepped back as she glimpsed a waterfall, blocking the way ahead … but it’s not water—it’s the glowing orange liquid. She swallowed hard in her throat. “Lava?” Her voice trembled.

Emotions layered: loyalty to Alya a burning core, satisfaction in battle's thrill, protectiveness for Lila making her glance back. Lila as Mist darted through the fray, her pale fur a ghost in the mist, sapphire-blue eyes wide with determination, the star tattoo blazing white as she healed a fallen packmate mid-fight, her touch soothing a gash that knit under her glow. "Fight on!" Lila whined through Mist, her voice gentle but fierce, dodging a claw swipe. Emotions overwhelmed: empathy for the wounded driving her, fear of the shadow twisting her gut, bond with Alya anchoring her courage.

said Cameron with a scowl. “When I identified the sapphire dragon as the one who’d kidnapped you, they immediately knew it was Glynis,” said Lianne from beside her in a whispered tone. “Apparently, she is one of the few females in the clan who can shift, and none of the others are blue. She didn’t count on having a witness remain, I guess, or perhaps she was so arrogant it never occurred to her. When Cameron learned of her part in the treachery, he seemed hell-bent on ripping her apart as well, but sanity prevailed, and he banished her instead. He dropped her into English territory,” said Lianne as she sipped from her goblet.

And in fact, she is also the one who is very affected by this mess as she still hasn't seen her son, Christian until now. "I just want to take back what I lent your sister!" Haria said in a hard voice as she was referring to Jacob. She thought of that kind of answer to annoy Girlie even more and she seemed to succeed because Girlie's eyes glared even more and even positioned herself into a fighting stance position. "Enough of the chatting, Haria! Let's end this now!" Girlie said loudly. "For my sister and the entire pack of the Night Warriors Pack, accept your end, Haria!"

As well as her sister, Aryah. Funai Aryah who is the opposite of Harah. If Harah can't break dishes, Aryah talks too much. Her hair is black but she has brown eyes like Harah. They both look alike, Aryah is only slightly taller than Harah and Aryah has butterfly mark on her back. flash back...

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

We both sit stunned in silence for a few seconds before even acknowledging the words he was speaking. "What was it talking about?" I ask Grey hoping there could be some other option besides a fucking Fire Fairy. They are sneaky, ruthless bastards that are greedy and manipulative. They are seductresses, both males and females, and they will burn you and your lands to the ground if you wrong them in even the slightest ways. If they are even in a sour mood one day because the clothes they are wearing are irritating them, they tend to fire up so to speak, and just freak out. Unpredictable would be a better word for them. The one Fire Fairy I met, I was only about 10 years old and so was she. She

“Do you know what the relic is?” “I do,” he said “At least, I think I do. Come with me please, I will need your help.” He held out his hand but he withdrew it just as she was about to take it. "I must warn you," he said, "Yakip is the place of water, when we pass through it, we become like water." Ilyria nodded, wondering why he looked so worried, "It will not be like anything you have experienced before. Our selves become shared." "Shared?"

He shrugged shooting me a smirk, “I’ll be back in shape for the sequel.” He devoured a second spoon turning to me, “back to Miss Ariel-Cinderella,” he smirked, “isn’t it weird she ran? Like, I don’t know…” he trailed off, “some sort of criminal? Then she disappeared into thin air like a ghost, I mean no one saw her, or even knows who she might be,” he scoffed devouring another scoop, “she definitely got some sort of ninja skill.” “How is it,” I began feeling a tad bit ticked off, “that all three hundred guests we had, absolutely no one saw her? What about the ccctv camera’s?”