Novel & Cerita Fairy Tail Makarov

He could not believe the b*stard had a deflecting spell cast by the Archfiend Antigonus himself. Amidst his fury, a thought came to Magaera. He spat coldly, "Fine. I can still teach you a lesson, even if I can't destroy your fairy soul!" Magaera drew a sparkling whip from his armor. The whip gleamed golden, radiating with unspeakable force and strength. It was the Soul Slayer Whip.

She looked at me and my eyes met her teary ones. Who the hell is making her cry again?! ***** Makaila's POV "Well, well, well." He started, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. He began to walk towards me, the others following behind. "Look who we have here." He shared a malicious laugh with his counterparts and I rolled my eyes, trying not to show that I was intimidated.

To his left was Zoran, a primordial whose power was now at its absolute peak. To his right was Mira, a woman who had survived his best assassins and returned as a silver titan. And in front of him was Naelis, whose simple wave of a hand had nearly shattered his ribs. Any one of these three could rip his little army of elite warriors to shreds before they could even shift into their wolves. “Haha!” Marek, standing near the pile of dead abominations, let out a sharp, biting laugh. He began to wipe the blood from his daggers onto a piece of torn fabric, his eyes never leaving Corin.

he says pointedly, looking right at me. “Wait…you mean on you?” I slightly shriek in disbelief, understanding what he means. He nods in reply. “But…what kind of makkari possesses dark magic, can emulate the power of the eyti and can create a powerful enough cloak that it almost conceals them from a God?” I question in confoundment.

I nodded my head, still patiently waiting for him to answer my question. "I'm Mako," he said, "Orion marksman." He had some sort of Russian accent, but the thought of Orion having a sniper around him made me wonder if he's actually as strong as he claimed to be. Kate and Kira caught up with me, and both of them seemed to know Mako. "Mako," Kira called, "Good to see you." "Good to see you too, healer. I'm glad you're both okay," then he turned to face Kate, "Good job newbie, expect a deer from me."

“This is too early to expose me, Lari—” “Adira,” I cut in. Marco pouted and caressed his cheeks, softly pulling out the small bean behind his ears. Then the face he used suddenly vanished, revealing his true features. His ash-tainted hair brushed messily sidewards, a pair of pale silver iris behind his black pupil, and most eye-catching was his colorless lips. If I haven’t known what he was, I would much likely believe he is a vampire rather than being a werewolf. “I knew it! You’re not Malik!” Daghum’s regent yelled and stood up her chair.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

They had suddenly become insecure, panicking at the slightest touch. "Welcome great members of the Deadly Fang Pack!" Ryu exclaimed as he approached the corridor. "Great Deadly Fangs," they chanted till his voice came into play. "Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves.".

Dr Makovsky stood behind the see-through screen, his expression bored as he watched a lab assistant infuse his serum into a screaming girl. He looked as he always had: his white hair and moustache giving him an eerie Einstein look. He wore a crisp waistcoat under a starched-white lab coat and his hands were deep in its pockets. "Nothing as feral as I would like" He said. His voice rose above the screams of the girl and the assistant looked up. "Should we give them more doses, then?" The assistant asked.

Jakub screamed in pain but his saliva made him gurgled, hardly able to make a sound. “Don’t worry, I’ve placed something extra special for you. Every pain and suffering my people go through in the hands of your king and yourself, you will feel it times by 10.” Panting and still fighting, he pushed his body up so he would be on his knees kneeling forward, he twist his head. Panning his furious gaze at Marco with saliva and blood dripping down his lips. His eyes begins to have blue veins around his iris. “You think your stupid poison will weaken me? I am the Makkari’s general knight for millennia for a reason. Whatever you put in me, it will disappear and I will make sure you will die like tha