Novel & Cerita Kirito X Sinon

She looks alike with Tasha, with her brown short bulb and golden brown eyeballs, her lips glossed reddish. "I'm Kyla." Kyla decided to introduce as she gaze at Margarita whom was putting on a short armless gown, red in colour and heels which made her taller than Kyla. "Who cares." Margarita fired and Kyla seem pushed back. Is she the sister of the master. Kyla thought, noticing that Margarita was going to be a hell with her attitude. "Okay..." Kyla fake a smile " I'm Margarita. You call me Rita " Rita introduce like she does not care care.

"If you kill Karma, I won't hesitate to kill you," "Thank you, Gem and Sinn please could you help me? I don't mind you injuring me a little but I don't want you to kill me, I can't die yet." "Karma, why?" Gem said looking like a sad puppy. "I need to do this to get strong enough to take on the war and possibly Kami one day, what do you say Sinn?" "I accept the terms," Sinn gave me a devilish smile. "Behave yourself Sinn and Karma you can start tomorrow, I'll be at the office though so Sinn might be mostly unleashed,"

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

“Hahaha, kill… kill them, kill them until there’s nothing left of them.” Meanwhile, Kirin was sitting on his wheelchair, motionless, save for his white hair that swung around as it was blown by the wind. He was completely expressionless. No no knew what Kirin was thinking about, not even Lyra. In fact, Kirin had only learned of his true identity last night. He was not Draco’s son, and he did not share a single drop of blood with the Summers family. Instead, he was Lyra’s and Draken’s offspring. Draken Willow was his real biological father.

“You’re not allowed to save us by bleeding anymore.” A weak smile ghosted his lips. “You healed through me.” “Yes,” I said. “That’s what it wanted from the start.” The moon dimmed overhead, satisfied. Kyren dropped to one knee beside us, awe and fury warring across his face. Ashen went utterly still, reverent in a way I had never seen. Riven sheathed his blades slowly, eyes never leaving the faint glow still linking Silas and me. “First true synergy,” Silas murmured hoarsely. “Not additive. Multiplicative.”

Reid was astonished that Canary and Sin are pretty badass in their own right. After a while Isaiah also joined in, complaining about Canary and Sin. Which made all of us laugh. Clearly, those two have frustrated the hell out of him. “Bro, maybe they have a crush on you.” Adrian said. “Crush, hell. Kaia and Sinclair are a pain in my ass.” He huffed. “Kaia and Sinclair?” Adrian said. I speak up, “Yeah, Kaia’s codename is Canary and Sinclair’s codename is Sin, short for her actual name.”

I say to Scarlet "No the honour is mine and knowing that I might not physically be in the fight but will be a huge part in you kicking arse when your in the fight that is fantastic to me." Alpha Nico then speaks "I have agreed as I can't see not just my Beta but a close friend of mine suffer anymore, I'm guessing this second ritual will be very similar to the first one?" Oh crap I thought they knew what they were doing. "Yes it is basically the same, the only thing different will be the symbols that are put down, your will be moonrock, a cannine tooth and a claw and then another item that is important to Keira so the sacrifice will connect to the right person." Arizer replied

“Together.” The shadow pulses, claws slashing, hum screeching, stone crumbling. Kalia’s orb strikes the core, light cracking its form, shadow-husks collapsing. Lirien’s runes flare, tablet glowing, binding the core’s claws, hymn steady. Theryn’s light-blade pulses, Zynara’s vision amplifying, revealing a new relic—a radiant crystal pulsing with cosmic light—embedded in the altar, its hum sharp. Nyxara’s blade surges, guiding the group, eyes clear, voice resolute. “We are enough.” A new hum rumbles, a rift pulsing, a cosmic force’s shadow stirring, air searing. Veyra steps forward, Taryn’s stone raised, voice clear. “For Taryn.” Cassia’s fire surges, guarding Valthor, eyes fierce, voice sharp

Meridia echoed, her voice a blend of determination and empathy. “Right Meridia, also Kronika is your daughter Cetrion joining the fight?” I asked Kronika. "Yes," Kronika replied. "She will bring light to our darkest hour.” I turned to face Octo Callie “Meridia and Kronika my sanctuary will witness the biggest war in a scale similar to Armageddon from Mortal Kombat and Corona caused this war and I will end it!!!” I shouted then ran towards Octo Callie fast “Oh no you’ll not!!!” Octo Callie shouted then I zip pass Octo Callie, Meridia the Daedric Prince from Skyrim and Kronika the Keeper of Time from Mortal Kombat 11 waited to see if any of the two struck the final blow.

The entire time, Juno is glancing at Dantzler in an attempt to calm him down. Mysterious Preist: (Removing their hood to reveal the face of the same old man Kimora bumped into at the shop earlier.) "I am Hakaido Fade...however, you will soon intimately get to know me as "Syren." (Stepping over to Kimora, he places his hand on her back and then gently lifts her over his shoulder)