Hetalia Ireland Novels & Stories

he murmured softly against her ear, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that made her heart skip a beat. Ava couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected declaration, playfully yanking herself away from his embrace and turning to face him with an expression of amused disbelief. "You play too much," she said, shaking her head. "How could you possibly miss me when we're literally seeing each other right now?" Irish's expression grew more serious, and he took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face. "It's entirely possible," he said quietly, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "My eyes are seeing you, yes, but my wolf... my wolf missed you."

I watch as his mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. Iris flits slowly toward him. “Hello, I’m Iris.” As I watch, Joddec reaches out, grabs Iris by the wrist and pulls her into his room, slamming the door behind him. “Iris??” I shout ready to break into the room. “I’m fine! Tell my mother I found my mate.” She says before I hear her giggling. Oh boy. I turn, heading out of the hallway. “Try to keep the noise level down.” “No promises, Princess.” Three leprechaun voices say before I hear three more doors slamming shut.

Colleen said. Her friend leaned forward and wiggled her eyebrows. "Ireland. They seem to have some pretty hot guys. Look at Meg's man. Yummo." "I thought you were committed to Damien." "Just because I've already ordered doesn't mean I can't look at the rest of the menu."

There, they promised never to forget each other, and to seal their promise, they lost their virginity to each other. Isabel was mad at her mate for making her believe that she was his first when in reality, she wasn’t. She wanted to know the identity of the female werewolf that was able to tempt her mate without being in heat. It wasn’t like she was going to do anything bad to her since it was already too late for that. She only wanted to be sure that it wasn’t his so called best friend whom she had encountered in his pack some weeks ago. All of her anger subsided the very minute Dylan mentioned the words summer camp, as memories from seven years ago returned in an instant.

I smiled back at her. "Oh, I'm not done. Then I want to go to Ireland, the good side, far away from Declan and that Killian creep's family. I want to see the rolling green hills and endless land of flowers. Oo, then Iceland, the blue lagoon." She swooned over that thought and I instantly pictured her in a bikini.

She continued. "I am Irish as you are my other half that's the reason we can communicate normally. It's like you're talking to yourself." Irish explained. "Why are you here?" Arianna questioned instantly. "I know we got rejected by our mate and you're going through a lot of pain," replied Irish. Her voice was thin and whispy to which Arianna thought at any moment she was going to disappear. Arianna didn't want that, she wanted to stay with her. "I ain't going anywhere before informing you about yourself, about your dormant werewolf gene," Irish chuckled at Arianna's behaviour.

' the seer chanted. 'I do', Sean replied smiling happily into Iris' eyes. 'Iris Sylvester Merryweather, Princess of the Moon Ville Pack, do you take Alpha Sean Anderson of the Golden Moon Pack, as your mate and Alpha?' Iris, had a sense of Deja Vu. This was almost exactly the same way the search had presided over her wedding with Adrian in what seemed now like a decade ago. Am I making the right choice? she wondered. She felt like running away. It was true she felt attracted to Sean but she was not sure she had other feelings for him. Was attraction enough to be a basis for marriage? If love disappointed her previously, what was to stop this wedding being a disaster?

“Finn’s mother called me Warren—her protector.” “Warren Fearadhaigh. Done deal.” Jack adds the name to notes in his phone. “Place of birth?” The Horned God looks confused. “The primordial forest of Ireland had no name at the time I came into existence.” Jack exchanges a quick glance with Sean and Ian. “He’s going to need some coaching if he’s to pass for normal. Ireland. I’ll find something.” He closes the notes on his phone, tucks it away and dusts his hands. “Alright. I’ve got my marching orders. Anything else?”