Fairy Tail Tartaros Novels & Stories

"It's rare to see arcane implements like this. That explains how Sylas grew so powerful so fast. The talisman probably caused your severe injuries." Homer sighed. "At first, we were evenly matched. Then he did something I didn't expect. He sensed that the men he had dispatched to the York residence had been taken out. In a rage, he unleashed his ultimate move—Soul-Eater Manifestation. He said he prepared it for you originally." Aria's hand froze. Sylas might be behind both the Soul-Eater Manifestation and the Wailing March. Back in Portfall, she had encountered someone who used the Wailing March on her. The effect was instantaneous—the sound was that of infinite spirits crying out in despair

All of turned to look at Marquee and Stasia. “I am a Fairy, like wings and all. I thought I was a Faited but if what Lord Mortifer says in true I am a Jester fairy.” Stasia stated. She turned around her back facing us. Her tattoo started moving, shimmering. The tattoo appeared to come to life. These huge iridescent wings come to life out of the tattoo. The wings were black with speckles of silver. True amazing. I had never met a fairy. Jester or Faited, not sure what that means. I honesty thought they were of fairytales.

Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly! So the saying "You become the person you swore to destroy" is true? Nah! I won't stoop on Hana's level. Hold on a second, I am Eschia, not Valeria! I could change my fate! Yes, that's the solution! Callista, forgive me if I will change the course of events in your novel. I hope you'll understand my situation. I don't want more drama in my life.

Ciaran shouted. "He?" Tara asked, bewildered. Chloe narrowed her eyes at the elf before them. "He's what you see. A regular elf who had the ability to weave through weaker being's mind. If he catch you off guard, you will become his puppet." "I will kill you all!" Mai roared. His body was now ripped with bulging muscles and huge hairy limbs, and six other arms grew from his sides. He looked like a spider with an elfish features. The young brunette smiled menacingly as her one eye glowed brightly with golden color. "Bring it on."

“I can't claim your soul as your soul is tethered to Purgatory itself.” This got my attention. “What do you mean?” “Even if you die, I won't be able to tie you to Tartarus. Why do you think you were able to get in and out of Tartarus? Once someone enters Tartarus, their soul is tied to my domain, and they are unable to leave. As for you, once you die, you will simply return to Purgatory. Other than me, only you can wield the Scepter. If anyone else tries, their soul would perish, and they would be trapped in Purgatory until the end of time."

Tantario began, “you can take me, but don’t touch my friends.” Glancing predatorily from under her eyebrows at the guys holding her, Ira hissed in annoyance: “But I like this big one so much,” she licked her lips in Felix’s direction. The paladin hastened to turn away - the gaze of the white eyes terrified him. - Yes, and the funnel is good. I love fried wings! - the girl clicked her teeth right next to William’s nose; in response, the adviser twisted the creature’s hand, forcing him to bend forward.

Tartarus is one giant, gaping hellhole with what looks like millions of levels spiraling downward into nothingness. I mean, you can’t see the bottom. At all. I got legit vertigo just leaning over the edge of it. In the dead center is this enormous stone island, like a massive pillar rising from the pit. That’s where Tisiphone is.

He steeled himself, ready to face whatever fate awaited him. As the predatory shadow loomed closer, Tritan braced himself for the inevitable encounter, yet his heart leapt with relief and anticipation as the shape straightened, revealing the unmistakable figure of Finrir. Tritan's eyes widened, taking in the downward curve of Finrir's tail, distinct to the merfolk of Arcttegat. The realization washed over him, dispelling the dread that had gripped his heart just moments before.

Sarah matchеd him, thrust for brutal thrust, nails scoring crimson trails down thе taut planеs of his back as shе lost hеrsеlf in thе maеlstrom. This was transcеndеncе, shе rеalizеd through thе hazе of lust fogging hеr mind. This was what it mеant to bе truly alivе, to burn with such sеaring brightnеss that thе rеst of thе world palеd into insignificancе.

I would like to have a few words with you. Confused and fear-stricken Sandra hurried back to duty wondering what he would want to discuss with her. He was in his early 40s and she was just 20 fresh out of college. Surely he was maybe going to offer her a job. So many ideas ran through her mind and she decided to let them go. Eric paid his bill and decided to drive to the gold course not too far from the restaurant for a few hours before he would return to Sandra at 4. Sandra was very different from all the ladies Eric had been with previously. She was a shy girl, laid-back and not sophisticated like the ladies he was used to. He could not place his fingers on what attracted him to her beside