Novel & Cerita Lacrima Fairy Tail

She stiffened and stood up seeing him. Liam's heart turned in his chest. She was wearing one of her silk nightdresses and she looked like a mermaid in it. He wanted to be close to her after the thrilling action. As close as he could get. He stepped closer to her and frowned as he watched her wet eyes. "Why are you crying?" He asked, raising her face with his thumb and forefinger. Fresh tears swirled into her eyes, seeing the person responsible for her pain standing in front of her and asking her about her tears. Aurora swallowed and stepped back. "I am not crying, something went into my eyes."

Tears filled her eyes. "Freya Allan will you marry me and become the Luna of moon raiders pack?" Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Yes!" She yelled loudly.

Finally, there was a girl that looked just like me, almost like a mirror. “You know me as Serenity,” she started to say, “I am your fairy and control your magic.” She then gestured to each figure in turn. “This is Arashi, she is your dragon soul, princess of dragons. This here is Lucinda, your wolf spirit and healer. Finally, this is Silk, your sprite. She controls your vampire magic and is the form you’ve been adopting since you were 8.”

Cat backed away respectfully. "Whoa, that was fast," I whispered as I held my moth-covered arms out, careful to not injure their delicate wings. "Do you guys wanna help us out? We've got a lot of hurt fairies here, and we would appreciate anything you could do for them." The swarm left me instantly; spreading out among the wounded. Glittering dust drifted down; settling in cuts and seeping into skin. Flesh knitted together, bones mended, and limbs twisted back into proper alignment. I just watched it all in awe as Cat returned to my side, and Tiernan joined us, sliding his hand into mine. I looked over and saw him staring down at me with a tender expression.

She was tall, beautiful with high cheekbones. “Why should I?” Asked Luka with his eyebrow raised. Ambrosia smirked devilishly with a knowing look. “They are dying, don’t you see? You are killing them!” the fairy was angry as she glared at Luka while trying to revive the flowers at the same time but because Luka and his killing power were still close nothing she did seemed to work. “And that is my problem because?” asked Luka making the fairly scoff.

He pictured Anya’s face, Elder Jian’s wisdom, the shared taste of true balance. Suddenly, a section of the ladder above Lia shimmered, morphing into a cascading waterfall of iridescent light. It was impossibly beautiful, hypnotizing, its shimmering spray promising ultimate refreshment, ultimate peace. Lia hesitated, her gaze drawn to the illusory cascade, her movements faltering. "So… beautiful," she whispered, her voice tinged with wonder. "Lia! It's a lie! Don't look!" Bima roared, his voice cutting through the sweet haze. "It's not real! It's the Nectar!"

Her spine is readjusting. Amara screams some more, looking at me, begging me to help her but there is nothing I can do. My mother yells. Don’t fight the shift Amara, it will only hurt more. Welcome it. Accept it. Before we know it a huge Lycan stands before us. Golden eyes with a hint of red. All white fur, ruby red forearms and legs with 3 tails, 2 white and one red and a half-moon on her forehead. Thalia comes running. “I heard “then she stops dead in her tracks looking at this transformation before us. Is... Is that Amara? Thalia asks, shocked.

With a strong push, a cry split the air—intense and furious. Jet-black hair. Crystal-blue eyes. “The Leader,” Alina whispered. Lucian broke, tears spilling freely. Minutes later, the second arrived—identical face, eyes already calculating. “The Destroyer.” A thin curl of white mist followed his first breath. Mira’s last laugh echoed where only magic could hear it. Not now. The room went quiet. For the first time, Talia’s body eased. “This one’s in its own sack,” Amalia said gently. “Taking its time.”

The instant the tear emerged, the surrounding temperature plummeted dramatically. A chilling frost spread across the ground as icy mist drifted through the air. Lily quickly produced a special crystal container before waving her tiny hand. The Sacred Tear floated gently into the container before the lid sealed itself automatically. She held it proudly, satisfaction written all over her little face. I stared silently at the tiny container in her hand. First… She extorted eighteen priceless ancient fruits. Now… She had casually obtained the Sacred Tear of an ancient serpent. Each of those treasures alone could shake entire kingdoms.

"You're going to make me cry too." But she was already blinking too fast. Liora was straight out bawling, covering her face with her hands, muttering, "You poor soul," over and over again like a mantra she couldn't stop herself from saying. Mirenya was shedding silent tears too, her lips pressed into a tight line as if holding back sobs that might never stop once they began. Ilyra's eyes were glossy, dangerously close to spilling, though the rest of her face remained unreadable, composed, and restrained. A paradox of fire and steel. Saela ws sniffling.