Fairy Tail Strike Back の小説・ストーリー

3 years later A girl walks out from the airport, she looks at the sky of S city. It's been 3 years since that night when she returns, she will make the person who ruined her life that year pay the price, have to do it for him. life is not equal to death. Every day when she wakes up, Vera always reminds herself to try to do good work, to create a firm foothold in society, to have a strong influence. That made it easier for her to take revenge and today she did.

"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.

“Teleport me behind that thing.” The fairy held his hair and they teleported behind the groaning beast. The beast didn’t notice him due to the attention solely on its foot right now, and Jai used this as an opportunity to land another strike. He punched the gorilla in the center of its back with a thunder punch. The thunder flared wildly when his fist hit, earning a shout from the gorilla from the impact and the pain. But Jai also recoiled a second later and waved his hand, grimacing. ‘Damn! It’s hard as rock! Even with my thunder shielding the damage!’

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.

She moves for it. Everything lines up. Her weight shifts. Her strike comes in clean. Morgana reacts late. For the first time. The hit lands solid. Morgana’s breath leaves her in a sharp exhale as she stumbles back a step. Iris follows. Presses forward. She almost has it. Almost. Morgana recovers fast. Too fast. Her counter comes from a lower angle. Hidden. Iris sees it too late. Pain tears across her left side as claws rip through fabric and skin.