Irene Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

It seemed that coming here was the right decision. Not only could Adrian temporarily avoid Daemaxim's pursuit, but this place also had an abundance of aura essence. As they traveled, Adrian voiced a question that had been on his mind. "Lady Irene, I heard your faction was destroyed. But now, it seems like you’re an apprentice of Purecastle?" Irene smiled. "I knew you'd ask that. I’m not an apprentice of Purecastle, but my teacher is from there, so I have a connection with them."

Lucian said standing up, the sheets only covering his lower body. The maid looked down quickly her cheeks turning a bright red. Nodding she left the room. "What's happening? Who is Irene?" Lucian asked. "Irene is my personal maid. She had been here with me all these days and now she is telling me there is no one called Irene." He frowned. Yes, I was confused too, but then suddenly I got scared. Irene was a witch. What if she had been discovered and burned alive? Or maybe the bloodthirsty king had found her and made her his sex slave? No, no. I shook my head.

Irene has been dedicated to learning the violin since childhood; although she is a purebred werewolf, her fighting ability is fragile. How do I make it fit? “Erza, will you let me follow you and serve you?” Irene suggested. “Serving me is not necessary, but following me is fine.” I smile. ... Evening. "Erza," Diana called out to me, then glanced at Irene. "I didn't expect it to be so beautiful after being washed clean." I smiled, then asked. "Are you looking for me?" "Nothing; I came to inform you that Alfine is looking for you; there seems to be something urgent." Diana shrugged. "I asked, but he didn't say, just insisted on meeting you."

I felt my heart squeezed a little as a dull pain hit me and I held my chest as if I was physically hurt. What's wrong with me? I frowned. Dismissing the thought, Aveir, Pixie and I quickly lit candles around her and an incense. As soon as we were done, she was in the middle of the circle we made. Soon, the floor around her began to burn bright yellow fire.. Irene is trying to see from my memory too, I realised. Unlike Aveir, she doesn't have the power to see into the past unless she goes through this procedure. And it's only her, no one else.

If Irene didn't stop her a while ago, she would have died from the power of those flowers. They stood under a tree beside the lake with Irene hands folded across her chest. Her green dress matched the green fields and she gave the aura of a snake in a green field. Her hair fell loosely on her back . She looked just like a goddess and Ariel was in awe. Irene no longer looked like the maid she lived with. She looked different and more younger. " I will sit here while you wash up in the lake" Irene said and Ariel blinked her eyes before looking towards the lake.

We need them to still believe we are stupid and don’t know what they are. Iris- I don’t know what they are. Zaphyra- Ingrid is part wolf part Siren. Daria is all Siren. Iris- A daughter of Poseidon. Zaphyra- Just as you are a daughter of Selene. Iris takes a deep breathe, calming herself before answering Daria. “No, thank you, I think I want to try it today,” Iris smiles.

Evy was still carrying her bag until she felt it grow heavier. "Is it just me or is this heavier than usual?" "It's heavier" Dune replied without missing a beat. "Why?" Dune was watching her walk before looking up at the top of her bag. "Gran Iruka's Canur is on top of your bag" "What?" Evy wanted to look but she can't. The best she could do was look at the shadows and try to assess. When puffy ears could be displayed and the moving tail, she was sure it was Goro.

But the only thing I cared about was Hatzis because that bastard and I have a score to settle. "You said that you came here to talk, you got my full attention now. So, talk or get out!" I told her. Raising her gaze to meet my eyes, she scowled and then huffed, lowering her head. "I am Iris… Iris Doukas, the niece of Hatzis Doukas." She mumbled beneath her breath. "My uncle died a month ago, and I am now the Luna of the White Fang pack." Staring intensely at her, I quivered with frustration, realizing that she shared the same bloodline as that traitor and just how long I have been caged in this place.

But before Cain could intervene, Eleanor looked at the hostile disciples and said with a mishevious smile, "Well, firstly! let me teach something even incredible disciples like yourselves couldn't figure out, shall we?!" "Wha?!...You! how dare you talk to us like that?!" Said the arrogant disciple outraged, but Cain stopped him and said, "Just listen to her, it could help you all a lot." After Cain's order they shut their mouths and listened to her. "So, about the fluitis, it seem to need the substance of another herbe called finus. We have to grow the finus herbe near the fluitis mias so that it would help her to nurture and grow. This is the only way."

The water gently ripples, parting to reveal a graceful figure emerging from the water, with champagne blonde hair draping over her back, her iridescent scales shimmering under the moonlight. I watch with widened eyes as she glides towards the shore. Crouching to her level, I stare at her shimmering silver eyes. What is this? I am astonished by the figure standing before me. “Who- What are you?” I ask, clearly shocked. Her lips part to reveal a breathtaking melody. She’s stunning, she’s magnificent. “Are you the moon goddess?” Clearly, the question sounds stupid, but something in me feels compelled to know. “I am a siren, Irene.” She finally speaks, her voice smooth.