Jaune And Pyrrha Novels & Stories

Everything is being destroyed because of her, it's only reasonable if she dies with the others for her stupid actions. "Silence!" A sharp blow to Kyra's forehead makes her turn limp, unconscious. Javier glares at her, still contemplating; he decides that she may become a useful tool to him in the future. He takes a look around. Rene! Javier wants to look for him, but the sudden shouts of barbarians behind him provide no time; he needs to escape first! * * The sound of music is completely swallowed and transforms into ear-shattering cries of horror when the surging amount of barbarians raids the feast and surrounds the celebration hall with their weapons.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Adryan asks him when Arther is fully stood in front of him, his red iris's cautious of any sudden movements. Arther lifts his head up, his honey colored eyes staring at Jade's green ones first, searching her eyes for something, for what she didn't know. Jade was scared, because if Adryan knew what Arther was supposed to be to her, she was a hundred percent sure that he would go berserk.

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

The wind whistling at the dead of the night in the woods around the battle ground between Jared and the Expats filled with craters, fallen trees and debris. Dante zoomed to the top of a towering tree, standing he surveyed his surroundings then spotted glowing figures at the scene. A male glowing in sapphire while a female glowing in lemon from the way they glow probably an inhumane then he noticed a little teenaged girl with them glowing in amber with one other male near her in chocolate glow.

Rhysher thinks. Meanwhile in the Howling Valley " Ultima!" one of her lead warrior wolves was rushing unto her. He's looking like he has some bad news to say. Gaia rose from her throne seat with furrowed brows. " What is it?" she asked. " One of our packs has been raided!" " raided?" " yeah..." " who's the intruder?" " base on the warrior's suit...they were from the Lycan Blood!" " Lycan blood?" Gaia muttered with gritted teeth, of course, she knows the Lycan Blood.

Brandy pokes at Ulva, "ok I will tell you how it happened; these took place the moment you decided to bring J-Huk back to life and. everyone is wondering how you were able to do that'' Ulva started crying with a low tone voice, I don't know how this happened, am just as confused as everyone is. Ulva started crying, brandy couldn't stand to see her she hug Ulva and persuaded her not to cry, not quite long, J-Huk came to meet with Ulva, " I just wanted to thank you for saving my life, you know everyone in the campus thinks that you are the witch controlling the power of life and death" Ulva started crying again with an outburst voice am not a witch.

“I am Kyra Dew, the Gamma of the Red Sky pack, and I am willing to give you all the information that you need. Just let the rest of my warriors go.” Her voice sounded like a sweet melody to my ears, and her accent made me dream sweet dreams while standing. I could picture us living life as a perfect couple together with the most beautiful children running around in this pack. My pack. As she spoke, as she pleaded, her voice kept making my heart palpitate. My fingers clenched because I was trying so hard not to touch her soft cheeks. “Release every one of the Red Sky Pack's soldiers and let them go,” I ordered.

Her robes were black and crimson, scorched at the hem, and her dark eyes burned with unflinching clarity. Nyara stepped forward first. “ Queen. You came back different,” she said. Lyra nodded once. “I died different.” A murmur passed through the room. The kind of sound warriors made when truth hit like an arrow between the ribs. Sister Nyara didn’t flinch. She stepped closer and bowed - not low, but deep. Not submission. Recognition. “You carry the flame now.” “And I won’t burn alone,” Lyra answered, lifting her chin. “Not if you still stand with me.”

Across every screen, in brutal white letters, a message blazed: Tag acquired. Retrieval authorized. Nyxara laughed, a sound that started low and grew wild, edged with something ancient and dangerous. “Oh,” she whispered, soft as snowfall, deadly as a blade in the dark. “So that’s your game.” She straightened to her full height, wiped the blood from her mouth, and let her eyes blaze with the impossible light of her legacy—violet and white, fury and power. “You just made yourselves easy to find.”