Fairy Tail Strike Back Novels & Stories

She got a low growl in response. - Is that all you got? - She looked deep into the beast's eyes. The woman heard a laugh behind her and glanced back to find Martha giggling. This second of deconcentration was enough for her opponent to attack. The next moment, she was flying across the field, knocked by the paw. Megan jumped back to her feet and laughed. - That was a very witch move. Striking from the back. - She said, dusting herself.

And of course Emma, she abandoned the creatures and made her way to the 'boss lady' herself, Stygian. "You insignificant speck!" Stygian said impatiently. "You're nothing before me, now you die." "I'm not alone, bitch!" Emma revealed in challenge, and about a dozen fairies walked and stood with her. Stygian first took the punch by releasing dark spikes from her body to them, and they made light shields protecting themselves. "My turn," Emma said and as well released a blast of light, which took Stygian forcefully to the rocks of the mountain.

Chapter 03 - Meeting with her crush Everyone was just staring at them when Song Mido came to her. Mido got furious seeing him flailing on the cake. Clenching her jaw, she glared at the Rong with her dragon-looking eyes. "How dare you ruin Shaoqing's expensive suit? Do you even know the cost?" "How much does it cost?" "$10000. Can you pay it, stupid girl?" She choked in the air while hearing its price. Gently speaking, she bowed her head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't know you were coming. Please, forgive me."

With a chuckle, Jax said, “Hey, I’m not as horrible as you think. Of course, we’ll figure something out. We’re not going to separate them. They’ll take care of it on their own.” “Wouldn’t that be assertive and disrespectful? Isn’t it possible that we’re invading their privacy?” With a shake of his head, Jax expressed his dissatisfaction with the situation. “Don’t you want him back? I believe you two are made for each other.” The latter went silent as he said that. She’s sweet and charming, and she honestly cares about Aiden and Nate, but is she happy? No. She’s looking for more. Of course, she desires his return. But does she really want him back to the point that she becomes a villain? Into

For every strike she delivered, they responded with calculated precision. I held on to my ribs that were bleeding and forced myself to stand up but my legs refused to listen. I started feeling dizzy as I kept watching the struggle between Lydia, Damon and Sebastian. Sebastian made for Lydia, shifting slightly and clawed at her shoulders. She hissed in fury, flinging a burst of magic at him, but Damon was already there, striking her from the other side. Their coordination was flawless, and it became clear they were overpowering her.

I retorted, my hand remaining firmly buried within my pocket. "A failure? Me? You dare call me a failure?" His fleeting glance then reverted to me after a second, his temper hastily flaring. "We'll find out the true failure here soon enough!" He raised up his arm, intentionally to strike my face. His aim was undoubtedly to scar me, yet my senses had matured beyond his grasp. With swift agility, I dodged his oncoming blow and surged behind him with remarkable speed. My claws spiralled out with lethal swiftness, and in one sap movement, I ruthlessly gash his back.

Once he was stable again he jumped backwards to avoid the angry possessed, narrowly avoiding a powerful jab from the strange creature. “Prideful Sword: Dance of the Half-Moon” Mane replied in kind, creating another wound on its body. He then flung his sword into the air so he could free one of his hands. “Extreme Burst” “First Strike” “Second strike” “Third strike” “Fourth strike” “Fifth strike” “Sixth strike” *Bam* Mane executed his preferred fist technique masterfully before his sword landed right back into his open palm. Immediately it did, he finished off with his sword and blade techniques.

She now stands a foot away, smirking haughtily down at me who holds onto my new sprout of confidence with a smile, “We’ll see about that” Barely a second after I say that, Kitra’s launching the first strike with a fist closing in fast on my face. With the flexibility of a ballet dancer, my body falls back in an arc, watching the clean projection of her arm pass across me. My vision heightens with alertness and I touch my left palm to the floor to retaliate with my right leg swinging into her side and sending her crashing across the floor with a yell.

We moved at once. Draven reached her first. The hybrid struck with brutal efficiency, his power layered and unpredictable as he forced Batista back across the inner ring. She countered instantly, redirecting his momentum with a precise spell that twisted his strike just enough to deflect it away from her core. She knew exactly how he fought. Kaia came in from the side. Storm wind roared as she closed the distance, her strike landing clean against Batista’s ribs and driving her back hard enough to crack the stone beneath her feet.

After the Alliance Tribunal, I went straight back to the manor to pack. Didn't feel a damn thing. Hardly owned anything—just clothes, Mom's pendant, and a bone whistle. What no one knew? Right after I downed the growth-slowing potion... I blew that whistle. Dad answered. Silverlune Pack's Alpha. Cold as frost. He hadn't forgiven me for walking out. Not even close. But when I pricked my finger and let one drop of blood hit the parchment...