Fairy Tail Zancrow Novels & Stories

He chuckled, floating in their direction, observing the childish group, in a umami laughter. "Yeah, you did that to her." Zander sneered with pride, man he’s dead. "I did it more of my lovely assistant Crystal. " He held his hand out to her to come tow him with fake love and compassion. Her eyes searched around for someone to stop her with a frown, and we did mouthing out for her to stay. Then with that she took a step back not knowing whose side she was on. "So you are with them know, shame. We could've ruled." Zaro shammed tilting his head down as if he really was disappointed continuing in a fake frown. “Well it was nice meeting you all— but now I’ll just kill you.”

“You two clearly have a strong bond.” “Neither have I,” Greg chimes in through the link, beaming as he dusts himself off. “Well done, both of you.” Now that Greg is standing, I take in Zanthe properly for the first time. She’s massive, easily on track to be as large as Ladon once she’s fully grown. Her long legs still carry the gangly look of a juvenile, but that’s to be expected. Her coat, though—that’s what takes my breath away. She’s pure white, like freshly fallen snow, but there’s a subtle shimmer to her fur in the sunlight. I can only imagine how stunning she’ll look in moonlight. Her deep sapphire-blue eyes stand out starkly against her pristine coat, creating a striking contrast.

His white teeth suited his brown skin. "I'm Zanc!" he managed to say. "I was not really a fire starter, but my chemical level to start a fire is high. I'm Flammable!" he chuckled and walked back to chat with the punk boy. Wait… what kind of power was that? Elemental breakdowns? High ammonia? What type of disease does Zanc have? It was actually strange for Lucas to meet some people that we're also able to start some fire just like him. "Then? Who are you? Answer us!" the boy with the black leather jacket shouted at Lucas, much to his shock. He was so edgy and hot-tempered. He hasn't even ceased his narrow vision until now.

𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻. "What happened that day, was not your fault. The person who did that was. Not. You." "But it was. It was me. How-......" "No, its not. That was Anak-har. The Zannicus I know is the kind one. The one who helps and cares for the people he loves. The one who loves to cook, do pranks with his friends, play with the pups and defend his pack. The one who would kill if anyone ever dared to steal his chocolate. Or burn his precious bacon."

Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

Hiding her smile once again, as she raked the man’s side view with her desirous gaze, Zara asked, “Where are we going? We have been walking for a while, and the manor is no longer in sight.” “We are going somewhere special. You will love it.” “Hmm,” Zara hummed in response and her eyes caught the sight of a building that had a wolf symbol huger than others. “What is it like being a half-fairy?” Zoey suddenly asked, his question startling her greatly. Zaramanni had unfortunately forgotten about the night Zoey found out about her true identity which she had been trying so hard to reveal to him. As her mind replayed the events of that night, she recalled the surprising twist of events where Kin

His gaze, pupils slitted like a cat’s, found Zarek across the dais. Zarek, the incubus, was his mirror and his opposite. Where Xandros was built of sly grace and subtle temptation, Zarek was pure, unadulterated power. Broad-shouldered and thickly muscled, his skin carried the faint shimmer of embers, and heavy horns curled from his brow. He met Xandros’s look with a smoldering challenge, a raw, magnetic pull already humming between them.

“Aurora… you are its opposite. Light born from magic. You carry both the wolf and the witch lines. You carry the eclipse. The Umbrathal was made from the void. You were born from balance.” Her voice grew stronger, steadier. “You— not Rowan. Not Zander. Not any warrior— You are the only one who can destroy it.” Zander grabbed my arm, shaking his head violently. “No. No. Absolutely not. She’s not fighting some goddamn ancient void monster.” Rowan’s eyes blazed. “She’s still learning to control her magic. She can’t face something like that.”

Old friend, we have to quit meeting like this…. ***** I work to blink my heavy eyes open, hospital, I’m back in the hospital. I take in my surroundings and I see Alpha Zac. Is it weird to keep calling him Alpha Zac? Should I just call him Zac now? Zac is sitting in a chair with his arm on the rest holding his head up as he gently snores. Wow, he is so gorgeous. His brown hair is a little messy but still somehow perfect. These gorgeous lashes grace where I know his sparkling sapphires are hiding, I see some dark circles as well, what a wild day this has been.

With the way Zafir was acting, he was already signing his soul up for barter. “Ah, sure… The Golden Crows are looking for talented individuals,” he managed to reply, trying to sound pleased and encouraging (though he wasn’t, really). Zafir would probably make a good Knight, but dealing with Chancellor Mel daily was bad enough. He didn’t want to have an overzealous knight apprentice following him around, too. Colin gave a slight cough. “Anyway, what was that that hit you? It looked like something that fell out of the sky.” “I don’t know myself, Your Highness. It felt like a sack of potatoes fell on me, but I swear I saw feathers...” he shrugged.