Novel & Cerita Kyrio Cifer

She clutched her temples, feeling a little disoriented. "This is not your world," "You are in Ceastrerion." Asmia murmured lightly so as not to startle Eleanor. "Ceastre- what? I don’t understand at all." Because of what was going on, Eleanor felt like her head was going to burst. The information presented to her was barely convincing. “This has occurred to you for reasons I don't understand, but I'm eager to help you find out. “ "What exactly do you mean when you say I'm not in my world? What is this world?" Eleanor could hardly believe her ears. For her, everything appears too hazy.

The fanfare resounded all over Eyrotia. The people were merry as they advanced towards the King’s Seat where the royals, the nobles, the gods and soldiers waited. Before them was the seer since he was the link connecting the people to the gods. In his hand he held his staff and on his tunic were the emblems of the goddesses of the earth and fertility for whom the festival was celebrated. As Eyrotians gathered to celebrate, allies of the kingdom, merchants and invited guests also gathered to partake in the blessings. The people took their places on the seats carved out of stone, the drummers, harpists, the cymbalists and the men blowing the horn made their music as they moved to the circular

[A/N: Hey there dear reader! I hope you are enjoying the book so far. So, a little spoiler. Kiera is being possesed by Kyros, the god of thunder. Who is Kyros, what does he want and why has he chosen Kiera as his target? All of your questions will be answered in due time. I just wanted to tell you that Llanwytrd is Kyros' home and he is stronger here. This means his thoughts come out more strongly. Kyros' thoughts are written in italics while Kiera's are written normally.]

"Run scum. Run coward!" The creature gave a guttural yelping of laughter filled with malevolent spite as Father Francis left the room shutting the door. Then, it turned its gaze at Father Lazarus. It dropped gradually to the ground hissing. "Let the enemy have no power over her and the son of iniquity be powerless to harm her, hear my prayer Oh Lord!" The Father reached up his hand and traced the sign of the cross, slowly, on her bow while he continued to read from the text of the Ritual. The hissing ceased and was replaced with a nerve-shredding lowing of a steer.

hoi Kiri… say something. Kiri: -sigh- she is a narcissistic demon who only cares about herself. She got her nickname as the blood moon for having the Vampire's curse on her. Just like my Succubus' curse. And being the only daughter she was really doted by everyone and apart from being extremely talented she is also incredibly arrogant and looks down on everyone else. Trust me. Falling for her would only cause you grieve. Diego: -visible sadness- Ban: Couldn't yoi have been more polite. I mean look at his face. He was all excited a minute ago.

“Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!” Cicero waved his hand repeatedly. He didn’t expect his nickname to be widespread in Dragun Squad. Even the almighty Demigods like Magus knew his name. Cicero rebuked, “My name is Cicero Julus! I’m not a horny cat!” Magus sized Cicero from the head to toe, a number of questions popping up in his mind.

’ Fynn asked, smirking confidently at them. ‘That is no way to address the Emperor of the country you’re standing on, Mercenary.’ Count von Lamberg spat at Fynn. The mercenary commander became even more alarmed. The Emperor himself rode out to battle with them. But Hadrian waved his hand at the Count and began to speak. ‘I am Josef Hadrian,’ he said calmly. ‘And you are their commander?’ ‘I am.’ Fynn answered trying not to sound unnerved. ‘My name is Fynn of the Swiss mercenaries.’

A growl escapes his mouth, and he shoves her away with a disgusted shove, releasing her as if she is a vile creature. "Why?!" Kyros bellows, his voice echoing through the walls as he looks up as though he can see the sky. "Why would the gods curse me with such a wretched creature?!" His words are laced with bitterness and resentment as he rails against the unfairness of it all. He put his trust in them, and yet they bestowed upon him a partner so wicked and despicable.

He leans over and places a kiss on my ankle. I turn around and head for my dressing table. I wait, my back straight, while Elio passes a gold chain with a sun-shaped medal hanging from it. In the center, a white diamond sparkle with the letter G engraved around it. "Do you like it?" he asks me when he sees me playing with the pendant. "Much, grazie sole mio," I answer, giving him a slight smile through the mirror's reflection. The sun represents him. This is the origin of his name, Helios, the sun. The G is the initial of the Family. This jewel is not an ornament, it is a necklace and a chain to remind me that I belong to him and the Family.