Kirito Novels & Stories

Nike's eyes darted to Ven, but the bastard had collapsed underneath the weight of their magic, the whole forest began to whisper, the trees shaking down to their roots as each sister infused more magic into her, their intent obvious, was to crush her, leaving nothing behind "I call on my favored one" Nike cried in desperation "Zephyr come!" There was a whoosh as the wind howled with a fierceness and swept the goddess and he lackey away "I'll be back!" she whispered letting the wind carry her warnings for her †† Councillor Erick Rowan

And that color is Dark Green. Ban: Kiri do you mind accompanying me to the council. -at present- Lord Ira: So the truth is out. Why did you tell him Kiri? That is what humans call you right. Kiri: Yes that would be what I am called and I don't mind if anyone calls me that from now on. And you should know very well that I cannot defy him. He is my master after all. Lord Ira: well don't blame me if your 'master's runs away now.

Compared to Kirin’s followers, he was way stronger. A black figure appeared over ten meters away. He was wearing a black robe and looked like a ghost. Though he looked as if he was walking very slowly, he was actually very fast. There was an odd feeling from his whole body. This person was called Black Mantle. When Lyra found out about Kirin and Tyr’s battle, she told Mother Roxanne to find someone to protect Kirin from the shadows. That person was none other than Black Mantle. His origins were unknown, it was only known that he was always hiding in the shadows and helped Lyra in many tasks. He was a giant killing weapon.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

But then— The altar exploded. A figure shot through the smoke—tall, armored, and burning with violet fire. It wasn’t Elira. It wasn’t anything they’d seen before. Its face was skeletal, half-mask, half-ash, and it looked straight at Aria. And bowed. Kael’s stomach dropped. “What the hell is that?” Elira laughed. “The first of many.” Zareth backed up quickly. “That’s not a soldier. That’s a harbinger. One of the gate’s chosen. It’s bonded to her now.”

There was a chance that none of us would come back. There were five of us: Myself, Selene. Water and warding specialist. Kira, battle mage. Young, brilliant, volatile. Halric, the conjurer. Silent, dangerous. The one with shadows in his veins. Bram, elemental. Fire-dominant, blunt as a hammer. Nilo, the scholar. Skilled in astral reading and tracking enchantments. Before dawn, we stood in full formation outside Obsidian’s front gates. Alpha Reed was already waiting beside a sleek obsidian chariot inlaid with protective sigils.

Its eyes were pits of molten gold, burning with a fury that could consume worlds. “I am the Riftborn,” it declared, voice like cracking fire. “The consequence of your world’s recklessness. You who meddle with forces you do not understand.” I swallowed hard. The Riftborn was no mere creature. It was a manifestation of the rift’s chaos, born from the tears in reality and the dark magic we’d unleashed. Kye stepped forward, blade drawn, but I held him back. “This ends now,” I said, lifting the pendant high. “I won’t let you tear this world apart.”

" I opened my lips to argue when a new sound broke through the air: a chuckle. It began softly, almost innocent, but gradually became louder and darker, until it was a chorus of voices that made my skin crawl. The shadows twisted and writhed, eventually becoming a figure. A figure appeared, towering and shrouded in darkness, its face a changing nothingness. It talked with a thousand voices at once. "You think you can defy me?" I took a step back, my heart thumping. "Who are you?" "I am the Rift," it said, its voice vibrating deep throughout my bones. "And you are nothing." Alaric stood to the side, his countenance inscrutable. "Be careful, Kyara. "The Rift does not tolerate trespassers." "I'

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."