Final Fantasy X Novella Novels & Stories

The closest thing to a laugh he had in him. Jax's head turned towards the sound, brows lifting. "What are you laughing at?" "Told Elias I needed him to check on someone who fainted. He asked why. I said she saved fifty kids, took down a dark wizard, and thirty possessed corpses. He didn't believe me." "That's because I killed the wizard and most of the corpses." "Exactly," Cael commented. "Much more believable." When they arrived back in his quarters, Fin laid Nova gently on the bed. He brushed her hair back from her temple with his knuckles. His hand stayed there for a second longer, palm cradling the side of her face, before he forced himself to turn away.

And now, he wondered if it was the only thing Taiga had been waiting for. The snow-dusted city blurred past the tinted glass, but Dante barely noticed. His focus had shifted entirely. The winter break would come, the stage would be set, and this “vacation” Rei mentioned would be nothing short of a proving ground—for both the underworld and for Taiga. When he finally stepped out of the car, the cold wind cut against his face, sharp and invigorating. His next steps were already forming in his mind. This time, he wasn’t holding back.

Matteo’s unit is behind me taking care of another settlement just before the training grounds, nearest to camp. Theon’s unit is not engaged in battle today. The man has been in his tent working all night and day on something, ‘new’. He has made countless discoveries over the years, our weapons being the most valued in my opinion. The entire area around the tear was covered in crystals and metals we have never seen before.

Fairy went to her bed and slept off. Zevarion and I remained, our backs leaning against the couch. The air was warm, still holding the scent of tea and honey. I pulled out the living book and let it rest in my lap, its cover glowing faintly under my touch. There were so many questions crowding my mind, each more urgent than the last. I didn’t know where to begin. Finally, I whispered my heart’s question into the air. “How can we stop Xareth?” I wrote it. The book pulsed once. Ink bloomed across the page.

Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans. “And does it help; the seclusion?” I ask as Sir Brak opens the front door to usher me. Katelyn once made me picture Japanese buildings to be low and thatched, but with my eyes, I could see that the demon lunatic adopted Australian-styled buildings—not what I expected to see. “Seclusion does little or nothing; once in a while Xaulfur bursts out of his den and attacks. Thankfully, we have the witch, Marretje, to keep him in check.”

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We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Rafael came first — thick ropes painting my tits and face. Elias followed, moaning my name as he covered my tongue and chin. Damien finished last, stroking himself until he exploded across my breasts and stomach. I was covered in their cum — face, tits, stomach, dripping from my chin. They didn’t let me clean up immediately. Instead, they laid me down gently between them, kissing me softly, praising me, telling me how perfect I was, how they were never letting me go. “You belong to us now, Nova,” Damien whispered, wiping cum from my lips with his thumb and feeding it to me. “All three of us. Whenever we want. However we want.”

Midnight in Mayrelle City. Snow filled the sky. I clutched the divorce agreement in my palm and didn't feel cold at all. A message popped up on my phone—from my sister. Just as expected. He had rushed off again to be with her. Maisie: [Adele, your husband and I have run out of condoms. Can you bring some over for us?] Maisie: [Carthorpe Hotel, Room 1206. Make sure they're ultra-thin.]

Nothing happened, though, and relief instantly filled me. Every other time as soon as ink had gotten onto the page, I would be transported into the book. However, this time nothing happened, which might be because I hadn’t used the quill since the ink just spilled. No longer frozen, I recalled the knock on the door and rose from my desk. I was about to take a step when suddenly my living room dissolved into inky blackness. An inky blackness that had only been in a couple of times when the three musketeers of assholes paused my story. Which means I was in my book, 1001 Dark Tales. I instantly started praying that for once those three weren’t in the books with me. In the next second, I realize