Irene Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

"That's a sad comment, isn't it? True fans should support Erwin, shouldn't they?" " Erwin = poseidon. Erwin Stan = Athena. That dirty little snake = Medusa" Oh, God. I'm not an actor. I'm not a singer either. What do they expect after posting all this? I desperately keep a digital footprint, but they easily do all of this. And the worst thing is, what will happen to Nadya after this? Oh, my poor wife. The girls would blaspheme her mercilessly. Men will enjoy her beautiful face. They will rape Nadya in their minds.

“Is this your little sister, Julian?” Aria gasps dramatically, releasing Julian just to stomp her foot. “Little sister?!” She points at herself. “I am not his sister! I am his Aria!” Julian sighs, already exhausted. “She’s—” Aria cuts him off, standing on her tiptoes to glare up at Irene. “Who are you?!” Irene tilts her head with an innocent smile. “I’m Irene. Julian’s friend.” She claps her hands together. “Let’s be friends too!”

” Mor doesn't mince her response, “Irene is the name of a woman from an old story my mother used to tell me. The story of Irene and Konstantin is somehow famous in our pack. Irene was the first daughter of the first Alpha of the Tempest pack. Konstantin was a strange man from a strange pack, and they fell in love.”

He knew. “And who is this beautiful lady, Dante?” Seraphina asked, pretending not to already know. Her gaze flicked over me—up and down—lingering just long enough to sting. She still placed her hand on his arm like she had every right in the world to touch him. I could feel my blood boil, but I kept my expression blank. “Seraphina,” Dante said with an easy tone, one that annoyed me more than it should have. “this is Irene, my woman.”

" I want to dress like a fairy, a princess and a mermaid." "Irene sweetie, you can't be all three," Travis informed and she frowned slightly pausing to think. "Who says? I can be a princess that can turn into a fairy and mermaid with my magic wand or amulet." She countered, daring Travis to say something else. "Okay, princess. You can be whatever you want to be." Travis smiled saying and she let out an excited yes. Over the weeks we've hired an event planner, caterer, designer and all. Irene got to select everything she wanted, from the theme to the cake and gown. I could tell how excited she was about her birthday, I didn't blame her, after all, it was her first party.

I whisper to my swollen belly. “Of course, Luna,” one of the maids, Irene, giggles. She’s been a lovely addition to the new staff. She only works part-time, but we’ve bonded over fashion and fabric. “A sweet little girl you can play dress-up with. And I can help too!” “Oh, shut up,” her twin sister, Iris, hushes her with a playful scoff. “Girls can be so clingy with their fathers, you know. We definitely won’t be having any more sex marathons with a little princess around.”

Her silver braid rested over her shoulder now, and the lines around her mouth deepened as she gave me a knowing look. “My name is Irene,” she continued. “I am the healer of this part of Bellarium.” Her voice carried authority, but there was warmth beneath it. She did not rush her words, nor did she pity me. She simply observed me, as though she had been waiting for this moment for years.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

Yet it can’t replace the pain I feel inside. "Hey, Elijah!" A feminine voice grabs my attention, and I look up to see my old school friend Irene saunter inside the office. She is the adopted daughter of my father’s Gamma who works as a commander in the borders of the pack, and pays us a visit when she gets a long holiday. Her eyes look around my office as a frown stays etched on her face, “Elijah, where’s Rena?”

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."