Fairy Tail Siegrain Novels & Stories

Once the fairy was handed off, the goblins left; closing the door behind them with smug, backward glances. The seelie woman was completely nude; her clothing had been ripped away much earlier in the evening. She had pale, golden skin which had already been cut in numerous places by razor-sharp, obsidian blades. Her thin arms dangled pitifully from the thick ropes and her legs buckled beneath her. On her back was a pair of delicate wings; translucently shimmering peony pink and pea pod green. There were dark brown veins running through them, like dragonfly wings but thicker. One wing was broken and hanging uselessly at her side but the other flopped frantically as if it could carry her away a

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

I groaned as I forced myself off my bed wishing for a moment of rest. " It seems General Matilda Cashew was ordered to take control of the new post that's deeper into Leighdal. Our batch is being taken over by Arena Fighter. " Walter informs me as he pats my back, draping his arm over my shoulders and dragging me along toward the gathering area. " Arena Fighter?!* Sigh* Why do those brutes always get the promotion. ..... how did this bozo get the job?" " Not sure.... but he goes by Shinigami, the Grim Reaper of Ralux. They said that no one can kill faster than him."

The silver scaled young man still felt his head was like being pounded, and he hazily noticed the presence of cold girl was now clashing with raging waters of the Treader of Starry River, Edwin. The silver scaled young man warped several times passing the hallways. He arrived right in the middle of a hall of water supply. It was flooding slightly over his ankle and he took turns looking at Edwin and the cold girl who was on a stand - off. The girl was wearing servant uniform and she was unmistakably a Scion. Her clawed hands reeked of Scion energy that felt frigid, and yet, what she wielded was a sword made of Holy Silver. It was a curious sight for the silver scaled young man and he turned

The dagger landed between Madeline clasped hands, The air changed slightly as the temperature changed slightly. As Madeline got up from the ground, her hair and eyes changing. Her scythe appearing in her hands, she didn't look as friendly as she was before. "Meara. Feamer...healer of the high elves, Barron ex lover..." Meara blushed when she heard Madeline's last words, they was a long time ago. "You all here are reeking of blood, especially you Damien....unknown species."

“Huh, so you still haven’t given up, Frenska Albertovia? You want to feel a pain that’s much more terrible than this, huh?” Felicia looked down on the girl, but it turned out that she was too arrogant about what she was facing. "O green and beautiful life..." TRINGG A green magic circle appeared right behind the Flintberg girl. A silhouette of a large tree also appeared behind her. Seeing the plant magical girl cast a Spell, Felicia screamed and tried to attack her again. “YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME, HUH? EAT THIS!! TROI HYARTA SFYRD!!”

He almost fell on the ground unconscious, but Greyn had made sure to catch him. "What shall we do with him, My Lord?" "Bring him along. I have to know what I did to him for that guy to have that level of hatred against me," Saiya answered coldly as she wears her cloak once again before she continued walking. Greyn, then, inserted himself on the shadow of the man and took control of the man's body as he suppress Kane's soul for a while. It was one of Greyn's abilities that she gave, being the General Commander of her army.

The Silverfang sigil, a fragment of fabric which has always been on Kieran’s battle armour, but now torn, half-buried in ashes. “No…” I murmured in panic.

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.

' -Franziene/Yuna ~Stargem: Rewrite~