Fairy Tail Siegrain Novels & Stories

I asked. Rivyn looked down at me with a frown. “Don’t talk, Siorin,” he said softly. “You will just make your mouth bleed.” He walked into the centre of the courtyard where one figure remained stationary, overlooking the chaos. “I have what I’m after, Gryndren. I’ll leave you and Aurien to do what you will.” “It is a good day,” Gryndren declared. She was a tall woman, regal in demeanour, her skin and hair almost bleached white in colour and her eyes like black stones, the pupils lost against the darkness. “Our blades run red with the blood of mankind.”

Maria had heard from Molly about a Pixie, so she was aware of the Fae even if she had never met one. “So quid pro quo it is. I am a Minotaur.” Griffin watched her face to judge her reaction. Most shifters laughed and didn't believe him until he shifted into a full-size bull or his battle form. Griffin's battle form was the body of a man and the head of a bull with cleaved hands, making his punches deadly.

He asked, “Who might you be?” He could sense that Winnie’s energy was formidable but could not ascertain her cultivation rank. He could not help but wonder when did such a powerful woman exist in Sangria. Sangria’s most well-known powerhouses were the former Empress and Crepe Myrtle Sword Master. However, the female soldier before him was clearly neither of those women. Winnie snorted coldly and said, “I’m just an ordinary soldier of Sangria.” After she replied to him, her body flickered and appeared in the sky. With a quick backhand strike, an illusory palm hurtled down from the sky.

Though I can't really point out if there's any difference between it and what Stella has. "The damage of that scythe would depend on how strong the user is, Celestina. If you're weaker than Stella, then even if you're given the most powerful scythe in this realm, it wouldn't change the fact that Stella is stronger than you," Siege said as if he could read what was running through my mind. I held on to the tip of the scythe, only to be wounded by it. "Ouch," I uttered, and I was surprised by how Siege claimed it with his index finger as he sipped on it to eradicate the blood coming out of it.

As Saphire looked down at the head that she held, her tongueless mouth dropping open in horror, Sigrid broke her neck and dropped her body to the ground. “Now,” Sigrid turned back to Lyric and Niarthen and Lyric saw that the wound in her throat was still healing, ragged edges joining back together, until only a raised scar remained, and Lyric suspected that even that might disappear completely in time. “Back to our conversation. You need to get your Mer to work with us to contain this situation, and quickly.”