Kana Arima Fanart Novels & Stories

But most of all I am jealous that his mate is healthy, happy and doesn’t look like she wants to hurt him every two minutes. I look beside me to see Armina looking blankly around the pack, no interest on her features. She has actually started to remind me of a robot. There is rarely any emotion in her voice or face, she doesn’t seem to care about food or engaging with others, she just moves, responds occasionally and exists. The only emotion she occasionally shows is anger. I try my luck in reaching for her hand and find myself shocked when she doesn’t pull away. Her hand gently cupping mine as we walk behind my mother.

I said. "Kronika the Keeper of Time" said Raita, I nodded as I look at Jet, Wave and Storm woke up "what just happened?" Storm thought "man my head... Inkcanius?" said Jet with confusion "yep that's me unfortunately you fell for Corona's silver tongue" I said, Jet was enraged "that damn girl..." Jet growled "don't worry my step-sister and I will settle it very soon" I said. stroking Bradson. Maeka looked me with worry "worried about me?" I asked with concern. "Every single day" Maeka admitted, before Maeka softened "Mia, one of 31Darkstar's creations is helping Emperor at Shattered Inkopolis" said Maeka "that's good to hear, we have a long day ahead of us, saving all characters" I admitted "

Tomorrow the Prophecy Child would die. Aria sat alone in her stone cell, the heavy chains still wrapped around her wrists. The runes etched into the metal glowed with a faint, persistent light, constantly draining her power. A single candle flickered on a narrow ledge near the wall, its small flame casting dancing shadows across the rough stone surfaces. For hours she watched it burn, her thoughts drifting far beyond the bars that held her. The flame was small and fragile, yet it refused to surrender to the darkness. It reminded her of someone. Of Ryan. The thought brought a sad, bittersweet smile to her lips, small but undeniably real in the dim light.

For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost. The Horc opened its bloodshot eyes and gazed directly at Amaria making eye contact with her. Amaria gulped as she felt the intense bloodlust aura coming from the Horc. It roared hysterically and charged toward her. The mysterious figure snapped his fingers and Amaria fell to the ground.

I have tried to endure the piercing pain of high heels and the irritation of open tresses falling on my eyes. I have tried to improve my communication skills and dark humour that wouldn’t make my dog laugh. I have familiarised myself with the affairs in the nation. I have learned to use the gadgets and social media handles where she puts something new and tempting every single day. (It was an expensive affair) Luna Arin is known to be a sweetheart and a social butterfly—it directly increases my hard work. Wherever she goes. Whatever she likes. She has been seen dancing and singing all around. She is open to judgement and can pretend not for hours but months altogether. Conniving much! Aka sh

"You impudent lowly spirit!" The horse-bodied girl said that she couldn't stand to see Ardina's attitude, which was considered very arrogant and insolent to them. Her hands swing, and. Tap. Someone held a horse-bodied girl. Ardina turned her head. The three Asmodeus fanatics turned their heads. "Nara?" Call Ardina happy and surprised. "Don't ever you slap the future queen!" said Nara. She is angry. The horse-bodied girl pushed Nara's hand away.

Lovingly yours, your most beloved “Could it be a fan perhaps?” Jack mumbled out as he stared at his notes. His mumble was loud enough for Azrick to hear it, thus his response. “We already crossed that out of the options. All of her fans adore her but not to the point of obsession. She keeps them controlled and only the haters would do this.” he puffed out a smoke as he looked at him and said, “besides, her haters would also not take it to this extent, we already crossed that out too.”

If looks could kill, then Ejima was sure that she would have died from the diviner's gaze. White chalk lined the woman's dark eyes, the Dibia also had that gnostic aura about her. Her dark tattered hair blended with the cowries and the red shambles she called clothing. It was hard to tell if the woman’s body had ever tasted the grace of a warm shower. “I was about to go to your place,” Ejima said. She leaned away from the palm tree, confident that her feet were strong enough to hold her. “My bones are like the rivers of Vilari, I will need some medicine.”

Who was that? “We are here with you, Araya. Don’t give up.”

Just fixed at the same spot without moving. ******** Kim Annie