Romans & histoires Irene Belserion

"Auntie... You are here..." She held his hand, nodding. "Your Mama did well in summoning me. I have come here to heal you, alright? Will you have faith with me as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting, Sander?" Sander tried to nod. "Good." She gently combed Sander's hair before she performed healing him. "I, Iseldis, the second daughter of the Moon Goddess, am the Goddess of Healing and Hunting who shall heal this pup named Sinbert who is gravely injured and has deep wounds on his chest."

“Greetings to the little moon of the Drachentia Kingdom, Your Highness the Crown Princess, may Lord Drachen always bless your day.” Said the man, Fuschia blinking fast before returning to her graceful form. “May Lord Drachen bless your day.” Fuschia squinted. “Ah, I’m sorry I was late in introducing myself. My name is Elysian Houwret von Bellrose, third son of Marquise Bellrose, I am a librarian in charge.”

she said without even turning back. Beryl kept on feeling that Sia was a strange woman and chased after her. “You better tell me why you’re suddenly approaching Conrad!” She coughed Fia’s arm. Fia simply sneered. “I didn’t approach him.” “Let go of my mommy!” Irene yelled and gave Beryl’s leg a kick. “You uneducated little child!” Beryl raised her hand, wanting to give Irene’s head a smack. “You dare?” Fia simply raised her hand and caught Beryl’s wrist, applying some pressure to stress her bone.

I raised an eyebrow and burst out laughing. "What am I? A message sender? You even made me a servant." She frowned and took a piece of paper from inside his bag. "Name your price. How much money do you want?" I stared for a moment at the check she took out and burst out laughing. "Okay, I get it. I'm not famous but are you serious? You don't know me?" I asked in disbelief. "Why, who are you?" She seemed impatient to ask. "I'm Florence Mil, Servancio Mil's only daughter. I'm a drag racer too." I said with mixed pride. Her eyes widened and she looked at me in disbelief.

"Our concern is not without reason. We fear that the king's love for us will diminish over time, once he falls completely under her spell. I am sure you know that she is a witch who is capable of everything. We must act before it's too late." Eirene's face remained impassive, and she took a thoughtful sip of her wine. After a moment of silence, she finally replied, "This girl you are talking about has no control over her powers. She is just seventeen, she hasn't even heard her wolf let alone acquire the power of the witches. I understand your fears, and I appreciate your honesty. However, I do not share the sentiment. I do not wish harm upon Melina. I believe love can be shared amongst us al

she asked, her brows furrowed as she took a step toward me. I dropped the picture and quickly wiped away the tears that had escaped my eyes. "I'm fine. Something must have gotten into my eyes" I said then picked up the picture again because I was bloody confused and didn't know if the ground underneath my feet was real or not. There was no way this was Selene. Crystal never told me she changed her name. "So this is Belshar's beloved wife," I asked and Bella pursed her lips as she regarded the picture in my hand.

"She fancies herself a warrior. Granted, she has no small skill with her sword and bow, but she is only a woman. Magnus indulged her when she was younger, but now she is of marrying age, and he has other plans for her. Or so I've heard." After looking around to make sure they were not overheard, Birger chimed in but in lower tones. "The older woman is her mother, Astrid." At this name, his countenance changed to one of something akin to fear. His voice lowered even further. "Watch out for that one. Everyone says she is a witch and very powerful, and I don't doubt it. You didn't hear it from me, but Magnus is half afraid of her, I think." Brand chewed on his heel of bread as he took in the me

Golden irises, speckled with silver, landed on me, but her face was a blur. My blood runs cold even thinking about it. She said something about the weapon… Yet I cannot remember what. I try to drag the image back, but it slips like smoke through my fingers. All that remains is Eris. Always Eris. The goddess who wants the world to burn, and she just might succeed with a demigod gathering an army in her name. I grit my teeth until my jaw aches, willing the memory to come back, but it dissolves anyway. “Damn it.”

The woman noticed her discomfort and sighed. "I suppose this looks bad." "It looks more terrible than you see." Rynese corrected. "Fair enough, that's fair." The woman nodded. The woman looked around and seemed to realize something. "Right, she placed a hand over her chest, "my name is Selene Belmar." After she said her name, it was as though the world stopped, even the wind, the snow... Everything. Suddenly the impossible was standing right in front of them. A Belmar. Alive and breathing. This was not a dream neither was it a myth or story, this was reality. A Belmar, alive.

It was when Alec was dying from receiving an attack from Nicholas Southampton, and Bianca was forced to erase Erna's memory of Alec so that Erna could recover from her grief and not knowing Alec's identity as an immortal human. But clearly, that wasn't what shocked him so much that he was at a loss for words. But because he was looking at the mysterious figure standing beside Alec like a kitten who was afraid to meet a new human. Irises are like sand in the desert... Long, wavy, platinum blonde hair, combined with a blue and white diagonal patterned sweater, white linen trousers and black military boots. In their left ear is an earring shaped like a fencing sword and it always jiggles every