Fairy Tail Levy Mcgarden Novels & Stories

Although they had predicted Lucas to be an overwhelming Genetic Fighter, his comment was still way too arrogant for them. After Lucas said that, Megan was able to move her body. When Megan noticed that she could move her body, she did not choose to leave. Instead, she took action against Leona. Her palm was accompanied by a purple aura as she charged toward Leona aggressively. Purple aura meant that she was Grade SSS Genetic Fighter. Megan was a Rank 10 Evolved One, and Leona was a Rank 8 Evolved One. Leona could not defend against such an attack.

Paparazzi started to swarm the place and suddenly, I had all these cameras on me. Before I could open my mouth to speak, there was a loud roar, silencing almost everyone. I turned in the direction of the roar, and saw that the crowd was parting, making way for the Lycans. Gavin’s eyes were wild as he stared around at everyone. He looked like he was about to fight everyone in the world. Levi was the one who approached me first. “Congratulations Miss Montague,” he said, bowing his head respectfully. “How about we go somewhere and talk... away from prying ears. I’m sure you are exhausted and would like to recover your own injuries as well.”

“I must confess, I also have some dealings with the Dead Land pack, so I’m familiar with their situation. Now, among the three packs, aside from Alpha Levi, who recently destroyed the Tunderman Tower, who else could possess such powerful magic?” The owner of the fairy market chuckled, “Blame it on my lax management, which led to such disrespectful behavior towards Alpha Levi. As compensation, Alpha Levi is free to roam the fairy market as he pleases, and if he needs anything, he can take it.”

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

Turning to face the source of the voice, the trio was greeted by the sight of a youth—who had a dark green robe on—walking toward them. “Lev Bayfield!” scowled Zelig as he frowned. Lev was the young master of the Bayfield family in Jaellatra, and he had managed to enter the First-soul-rank within the Sage Realm. “To think that the useless second young master of the Lear family would be able to make it past that challenge! Someone must’ve helped you, right?” scoffed Lev as he looked at Zelig mockingly before turning to size up Gerald, a glint of interest in his eyes.

“Not much.” “What do you mean by ‘not much’? You’re not even carrying any magical weapons.” The guy rolls his eyes and takes a note on his sheet of paper. “I will let you join, but are you really sure? It will be a crazy competition,” he warns. “You know how popular the Lycan king is. Most female mages want to be the new Luna.” I nod, perfectly knowing how popular Gideon is. He is so popular, in fact, that he will cheat on a wife who’s done nothing but to love and serve him.

Prologue Once known as Levy, a normal human being, an unexpected encounter with a dragon forever changed her life during a sudden attack by Jeffery, her cousin Alice's vengeful ex-mate. This chance meeting with the dragon prompted a transformation, not just of her name, but of her very existence. On the advice of the Dragon Shrine Priest, who received a divine message from the dragon goddess, Levy became Lavina, a name she carried even in the human realm, as a symbol of her new identity linked to the great healer dragon.

“You’re stronger than you think.” Nyomei’s stomach twisted, but she rose anyway. “Thanks,” she said quietly, nerves prickling under her skin. She walked toward the gate that led out to the sparring ground, each step heavier than the last. Across the field, her opponent was already grinning as he warmed up. Wiry, confident, and brimming with kinetic energy. He bounced on the balls of his feet, fists flaring with dull-orange sparks. “Your opponent,” the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.”

Levy dodged in time just as Logan pounced at the two dark mages, he snapped his jaw while biting one mage in half and crushed the other to his death. The last one tried to escape but Logan did not give him a chance, Levy summoned her magic powers and then caused the ground to rise in the air, it wrapped around the dark mage like an egg-shaped cocoon before Levy made a crushing gesture with her hand causing the mage to be squished in the pulp.

Blake said. This brought confusion to the staff, and a female staff member raised her hand. “Yes, you are?” Blake asked. “Lacey Gayle, sir. I’m Missus Tbaitha’s maid. I was wondering, are you referring to those manga stories or web novels that dictate cultivation as a form of power?” “Lacey, this is precisely what I’m referring to when I say we are cultivators. For example.” Blake said and suddenly disappeared before them. “What? Where has he gone?”