Fairy Tail Strike Back Novels & Stories

Maria replied quickly, "Yes, make sure she becomes a bum on the street because she can't find a job anywhere. How could she treat her senior and Mr. Mourinho's granddaughter like this?" Nicole raised her index finger in front of me. "You act like you have power, but let’s see what can I do to destroy you because I’ll never forgive you." I turned my waist to stare at Nicole fearlessly. "What will happen if you don't forgive me? Do you think I am afraid of your empty threats?" "I am Nicole Mourinho, granddaughter of Dante Mourinho. Of course you should be afraid of your future. I can even put you in jail for being a bully in the office."

His fist slams into my side, and I’m sent flying backward, crashing into the ground with a force that rattles my bones. *BLAGG!!* Pain explodes through my ribs, and I gasp for breath, struggling to pull air back into my lungs. The impact leaves me momentarily stunned, but I push myself to my feet, knowing I can’t afford to stay down. His laugh echoes through the square, cold and mocking. “Did you really think you could defeat me, Migumi?” His voice drips with arrogance as he steps toward me, his glowing blue lines pulsing ominously beneath his skin.

"Stupid girl! I'd rather not know that you came back, I still try to live every day, but when I know you intend to take revenge like that, I can't sit still. Wasn't it painful for you to say so many words just now? Is that to make you leave me?" "I..." Saki played a very successful psychological game when he knew what was in Vera's heart, then he would use this opportunity to attack. Vera didn't know what to say but could only helplessly agree, but she said that they weren't strong enough to confront Elias head-on so he could only stay behind as her rear. "That's all. If you don't agree, I won't compromise." "I see. How do you plan to overthrow him?" "He's slowly falling in love with me, let

"The plan was to kill Tori! Now all I'm hearing is excuses. Fine, you don't want to do it? You've gone soft, haven't you? I just called to say I regret ever thinking you had some spine left in you." And abruptly-just as the call began-she cut it off, leaving me in both shock and immense anger. I could not believe he had changed. When he came back into the car, the air had shifted, and he could tell. "Are you okay? Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked. But I was angry. And tired of his lies. Without thinking-without caring that we were on a mission far greater than us-I threw the first punch, making his head whip back in surprise.

Well, we will gladly do so. Together with our combined powers, Liam and I push more against Fiona and this time, every strike is aimed to kill even though her dark storm is fighting back against us. Each slam of our attack against her keeps colliding with her dark magic again and again, each collision shaking the walls and everything in the room. There is no going back now. Only forward. Only victory.

His smile turned even more sinister. "You monster!" A core disciple from the side said. He was older and at the Reformation Realm. "Insolent wretch!" A multi-headed barracuda formed behind him. "Flood Strike!" Each head struck out at Ren. *Woosh!* Ren waved his fan to make a barrier of Ion Pressure. *Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!* The heads hit against the barrier. Not even a scratch or fluctuation. "Tch!" The Core Disciple clicked his teeth angry. Shifting his hands, he built up momentum for a deadlier strike.

The third fae snarls and lunges at me. His claws extend; long, curved, glowing with magic. Cute. He swipes for my throat. I block his wrist. Twist. Snap. His arm breaks with a loud crack. He screams. I slam my knee into his ribs. Once. Twice. Three times. Bones shatter under the impact. He collapses to the floor gasping. The silver-haired leader climbs out of the wrecked stall. Blood runs from his mouth. His eyes glow brighter now. “You dare strike fae nobility?”

In a flash, Zephyr's face became as pale as a sheet, and he opened and closed his lips like a fish out of water, seemingly trying to find an explanation. I looked at him, suddenly reminded of the time he came back early from a business trip. He threw his jacket on the sofa and accused me of finding another man while he was gone, only giving up once I was so frustrated I started crying. After that, he swore not to leave another person's clothes at our house in the future. What happened to karmic retribution for going against swears? With a scoff, I left the scene. The character I was playing was a magical vixen who was troubled with love. For three hundred years, she looked in the heavens and

"But many of these heroes were forced into early retirement because of their injuries. They endured not only physical pain but also social discrimination and despair due to their disfigurement." Then, John pulled me over to his side. "It was Eve Green's research, extracting regenerative compounds from toxic materials, that helped these heroes rebuild their skin, restore their appearance, and return to normal life!" As John continued to scroll through the photos, those once horrifying faces gradually transformed. Not perfectly restored, but mostly healed, about 70-80 percent. And more importantly, the lifeless despair in their eyes was replaced with bright, genuine smiles. The entire room fel

She looked at me smugly, like she thought I was done for. I was still trying to figure out why she'd been let out when I noticed Larry walking toward me. I thought he was stepping forward to protect me, but in the next moment, he grabbed the baton from his waist and swung it at me. He asked, "Who do you think you are? How dare you bully Ms. Cindy! Are you looking for death? I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of Ms. Cindy!" Blood streamed down from my forehead, staining my vision red. My head was ringing, and I was barely conscious.