Fairy Tail Mirajane Satan Soul Halphas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Together, we formed an impenetrable fortress, encircling Neil with unwavering resolve. Seeing Kim’s condition, Maria knew there was no time to waste. She quickly moved to the center of the battlefield, her gaze resolute and sorrowful. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hands, beginning to cast her most powerful summoning spell. A violet glow streamed from her fingertips, gentle yet imbued with immense power, directly targeting Neil. The malevolent spirit let out a deep, resonant growl, struggling against the force, its body trembling violently. Neil’s face twisted in apparent agony, but Maria did not falter. Her magic intensified, and finally, as the spirit's resistance began to wane, Neil

I asked him as tears started flowing freely from my eyes. He walked closer to me and pinched my chin lightly. He guided my gaze towards his eyes then he nodded his head with a smirk on his face. "Fredrick MacCarthy's body belongs to his beloved wife. The woman he married and the woman who is bearing his child. She is the sole and rightful owner of his body. I, Satan, the wise announce Mira as the rightful owner of the body of her husband." I started crying as he announced something I was dying to hear.

The moment he stopped seeing Thea the servant and started seeing something else. Someone else. "Who are you?" he asked quietly. "And don't lie to me again. I'm done with lies." I could feel Ramona trembling behind me. Could feel the weight of the sword in my hand. Could feel my wolf pushing forward, ready to fight or die. Maybe both. "My name," I said clearly, "is Mira. Luna of Evergreen Pack. Daughter of Selena and Marcus Hale. Mate of Alpha Kael." My voice hardened. "And mother of Magnus, the son your army murdered."

“The mortal tried to escape on the journey here. Azrael found her with this.” The mortal, this. The mortal, that. Didn’t anyone care that I had a name? Solana’s sun-flecked eyes widened as they flitted from the shard of mirror to my face. She reached for it with long, elegant fingers. Barely touching the sharp curve of glass, she exhaled. “A shard of the soul mirror tainted with Mirari’s blood. How is this possible?” Draco huffed, his tail swishing across the floor. Azrael inclined his head, and I wondered if he could somehow understand him.

Haden The Den smelled wrong the second I walked in. The air was too sharp, too restless. My wolf bristled, pacing under my skin. Something had shifted. Mira stood in the middle of the common room. Not Mira, not the girl I remembered training with the pups, laughing too loud, always running too fast. Her eyes burned silver, gleaming like fish scales in water. Not wolf yellow. Not human brown. Silver, alien and wrong. “What the hell happened to you?” I demanded, my voice carrying through the hall.

Amora. We were back from the hunt, which almost got us all killed. Alice, Suki, Dami, Kate, Dami and I were presently in the living room. As we drafted our plans, to know who that man was. Dami was a good artist. I had brought her a sketching board. We were all standing around the board, watching as she tried to sketch out the face of the man who had attacked us with a community of rogues. The man who wants to rule heptadria, the man who wants every Alpha to bow to him.

“So she was... imprisoned there?” “She was once human,” Mira nodded. “A powerful seer who used forbidden magic. She tried to transcend mortality, and the realm punished her for it. But somehow, when you called for help that night under the blood moon, your plea reached her. She made her way back through you—and into Lyra.” “So to rescue Asher,” Killian said grimly, “we’d have to break into a prison built by the universe itself.” Mira met Ivy’s eyes. “And hope you don’t trade one soul for another in the process.”

“Damn it… so those bastards really are after the second face.” Hunter Oscar steps forward, brows furrowed. “This ‘second face’—what even is it? I mean, I get that it’s some kind of beast, but what exactly does it do?” Alpha Steinhart’s expression darkens as he speaks. “The Megetsune holds five faces—each a manifestation of pure destruction. The first is Possession. The second… Devour.”

Well, it can't be; there probably wasn’t a Vel Morin at the time. “This happened several hundred years ago. I was told that Darius somehow managed to convince the first-ever Vel Morin to be on his side.” Bethany continues. What the fuck is this?! “And together with the help of a powerful Netherlord, they sucked out the soul of the Halven and sealed it in an enchanted vase, killing off the Halven.” “Oh my gods,” Salazar croaks. “And the Halven’s soul…” “Is inside of me,” Bethany concludes.