Fairy Tail Zancrow Novels & Stories

Maccario finally released her taking her hand and planting a large kiss on it as he gazed up at her. ‘You look beautiful Zelda as always,’ he purred at her, my jaw clenching before she gave a polite smile and swam back to me, taking hold of my hand once more. ‘This is Zaikai Tressider my fiancé and further vampire king,’ she introduced us I didn’t miss the flicker of anger in his eye when she said fiancé, when she looked back at him, he gave her a broad smile my hatred for the guy growing even more.

"Trust me, Saint. You will know who I really am." After saying that, Cia opened the bracelet mechanism. One corner of her lips lifted and Cia's beautiful face turned violent. He took one of the needles which instantly turned into a boomerang. The weapon is black with unique carvings on each side. Cia threw the boomerang at Zeno, hitting the back of her husband's head. Zeno turned around—no! Not Zeno, but Zeno, who is already in the form of a lycan. The face changed, but those eyes still belonged to Zeno. Zeno's lycan body is different from the others. At the tips of the hairs on his body, there is an alluring red color.

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 52: As a Team Third Person’s POV Crystal stood in the middle of the dust flying in the air, like a hero. Oliver, Snow, Draven and Nayara paused as they stared at her figure. There was no hint of grief in her brown eyes nor hints of tear on her cheeks. It made them wonder whether she was the same Crystal earlier who lost control of herself after she learned of Rizza’s death. SLASH! Crystal suddenly conjured an ice sword in her hand and stabbed the man who ran behind her. They were startled and forgot to breathe for a moment. At this time, Oliver understood that this must be Crystal’s way of showing her anger.

I commented, trying to ease the tension in the air. Zora smiled coldly, her eyes fixed on me. “We are a strong lineage, and I will ensure that this tradition continues.” I nodded, recognizing the determination in her words. “Undoubtedly, you are an impressive candidate, Zora.” She transformed from a wolf to a human before my eyes, a fluid metamorphosis that left behind her red fur in exchange for red hair and green eyes. Zora stared intensely at me and then posed the lingering question. Zora gave me an intrigued look. “Do you really believe that a wolf like Hunter deserves such a position?”

adding a mystical charm to the scene. Then I saw him. Zac. He slowly got up from the rubble, his armour torn and blood streaking down his jaw. His eyes burned with a wild, untamed energy that no light could truly dispel. "You think this changes anything?” he hissed, his voice rough and bitter. “She was mine long before she was ever yours.” My vision blurred as I felt my instincts surge, urging me to attack, but my wolf kept me grounded for a moment, calm and ready like a storm waiting to unfold.

I snap, my teeth bared. My eyes follow the long, thick braid swinging down her back. Zara. She is different now. She lost the bright smile she had a year ago, and her soft, beautiful face looks pale and tired. She is carrying a heavy load on her shoulders, working like a common servant in the feast hall when she belongs on a throne. My throne. “You are crazy,” Luca mutters, shaking his head. “She is a plus-size nobody from a fallen family. Your father, King Victor, will never let a broken wolf like her near the Silverfang Royal Pack.”

I whisper and his head almost immediately turns to me. “What?” his eyebrows in a knot he can’t quite understand. “My Name is Zara Malloy. My Parents are Alpha’s of a Pack. I ran away and was out for a few days when they captured me. They beat me but I never told them who I really was. When I stood up for myself Faron noticed me and Jackson was there to try and help me. I made the Name Eliza up as I was afraid; they would go after my Family and our Pack.” I gulp as I tell him my secret that I fought so hard to keep a secret.

I stood up curiously. "Stay close," she murmured as we approached the dwelling. The house was an old, sprawling structure, its wooden beams weathered by time but still standing strong. Lanterns hung from the porch, casting a warm, inviting glow. As we reached the front door, it opened, revealing a tall girl with piercing blue eyes and a mane of white hair. Even her eyebrows and lashes were white. "Zel! I knew it!" Cinder said, "There was no way you would have stayed in the human world for so long unless you had fallen in love with a man."

Then again I guess when you have mates that look like mine it would be hard to impress me. “Do they even know that we know each other?” Zavian asked. “No, because no one has asked me who I know in the magic world,” I replied. Of course, I know Zavian, only that is not his real name. His real name is Zain Vinilion. He is a werewolf/warlock hybrid that I met years ago while I was traveling. Somehow he took after his father and got none of his mother's magical ability. I didn’t understand that at all. He found me and at first I was afraid until he explained that he was sent by someone who wanted to protect me. He couldn’t tell me who it was, because this person kept their identity conce

*ZARNAK’S ABODE* Theo got to a quiet place and transformed to the blue lightening as he flew high in the sky and finally landed in the cave. Zarnak bowed his head in respect the moment he sighted Theo. “Come on, you don’t have to that.” Theo chastised. “I have to, I now serve you, you are my Lord.” Zarnak explained. “Okay, i came to ask for your help,” Theo said. “I am all ears, what’s bothering you?” Zarnak asked. “I got attacked yesterday by the same creatures who murdered Carly in cold blood, they fought me and hit me with a green substance like this one,” Theo said as he handed over a little flask to Zarnak.