Novel & Cerita Irene Belserion

She also has highly trained guards in her kingdom. "I'm awfully sorry to bother you both in such an intimate moment. The boats are ready to leave."Irene says with a kind but guilty smile. Her beautiful ceremonial purple armour flying around in the wind. Her majestic purple hair following the breeze. I nod and smile, "Thank you, Lady Irene, we'll be there soon."

“Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren has her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion bisnonna made to counter it.” Tiberius shuddered at the mention of Melania. “That creepy bitch is gone.” Darren still looked skeptical. “I promise. I killed Melania myself and made sure Tiberius was no longer under her spell.” Katrina assured. I blinked. “Wait, you killed Melania? But… but bisnonna said the only one who could do that is a… is a... Berardi witch.” My eyes widened as it all clicked. I pulled from Darren’s grip and rushed my sister, laughing with delight as I pulled her from the chair, spinning her.

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

CHAPTER NINETEEN "Hey, senorita, you must be Ace's African beauty, he's been talking about the whole month " he smiled revealing his neatly arranged set of teeth , he is so handsome, almost as Ace, ... Did I just compare him to Ace?, Why? That was surprising, Ace talking about me to some random person, perhaps his friend , he never acted as though he saw me until there seemed to be a daring cause for us to talk. "I'm Isabella, and yes I'm half African, who are you please?" I replied wiping my hand on the table napkin as I stood up .

The boy's voice worriedly bowed his head in apology to Irina, the beautiful and talented girl of the rescue team. Irina, who was born by god's blessing, has a face like an angel descended, long copper blonde hair, looks like a high-class silk cloth, strong brown eyes, attractive. Not long ago, at the Human Peace Corps organization, an oracle prophesied that a girl chosen by god to be the goddess who would bring peace to this land, she would be the first. Harmony between humans and werewolves.

They'd live to see peace again. The letter was dropped as Cesar hugged Drinks of Waterfall and Three Horses, so I took the opportunity and read it. Sarki Raye-Raye Da Wolves, Sarki Raye-Raye Da Wolves, I come to you with this treaty to be able to negotiate terms. I am Prince Titus Auerelis of Pateros. My mother is Queen Amelie Ophelia, and my wife, Princess Sera of the iron kingdom, Bellechester. Since this Vengeance War has

Cursing, I hold my chest as if it'll stop my hammering heart. “Who are you?” I ask with a raspy voice. She’s an older woman with a strange mixture of eye color. Emerald with dots of blue. Her raven hair is exceptionally long and wavy. She walks further into the room and curtsey before me. “Pardon my manners, but I am Irene. The alpha’s head servant.” I don’t understand why they keep calling Logan ‘alpha.’ The woman equally addressed me as the Luna. But Lester already explained what Luna means.

These were older. Taller. Their skin gleamed like polished bone. Their eyes glowed faintly, not red, but a deep garnet that shimmered like dying stars. Their leader walked at the front, a woman in robes so dark they seemed to devour the light. Lucien stiffened. Elara felt it. “You know her?” she asked. “I know the myth of her.” Elara’s brow furrowed. Lucien’s voice dropped. “Selene Vireth. Bloodmother of the Red Court.”

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

Severin massaged the top of his nose bridge and had a slightly weird expression as he said, "Well… my friend is a she, and her name is Beryl. She stays at Vermeulen Mansion!" "Beryl? Vermeulen Mansion?" Yasmin was taken aback. "You're not kidding, right? Are you talking about Beryl Vermeulen, the war god? You're telling me she's your friend?!" Severin smiled and said, "Just relax. Once you arrive at her home, all you need to tell her is that Severin wants to see her. She'll accept the invitation for sure." "Okay, I'll do it right now!" Yasmin agreed excitedly.