Link X Saria Novels & Stories

Her laughter reverberating through the noise of the hallway. Sarah gave her a half grim smile, "Hello to you too. Zaria. Can you spare me two minutes of your time? I wanna talk about something to you." Zaria raised both eyebrows in feign surprise, a smirk resting on her face as she replied, "That's weird. We may finally be friends afterall-" "I want you to apologise to Yara." Sarah interrupted her sharply. Her face devoid of any emotions which was just enough to take in the momentary shock that had clouded zaria's expression.

Selene stood on the opposite side, with her bow drawn and an arrow ready to be shot. Xander glided effortlessly, exuding strength with each step. "Although you are brave, your bravery is not enough to save you," he stated, his voice filled with contempt. Raising his hand, he unleashed a surge of shadows, a dark tidal wave that loomed over them menacingly. Lira lifted her hands, with her fingers creating complex designs in the air. A sparkling wall of light materialized before her, absorbing most of Xander's strike. The impact was powerful enough to make the ground tremble, yet the barrier remained intact.

In a secluded forest in Dragonia, Sarah suddenly sat up from her sleep, a mysterious smile slowly spreading across her face. She mused, "Well, well, things are moving faster than I expected... The real show is about to begin." ... The next morning, Xena playfully shoved Felix away. "You jerk, stop it! I need to get to work!" Thanks to her martial arts training and enhanced stamina, she was able to get up at all—most women would not have been able to move after such an intense first time, especially after a night of passion.

Theme: Target of the Siren Aria’s POV Xander: "Aria, she's not simply chasing our land. She is chasing you.” His comments loom big between us. As his eyes meet mine, I feel my stomach turn over and a cold creep through my chest. I get a cold from the focus in his eyes, but it's not just fear…there's something else at play. Something more evil, more sinister. The siren is not simply targeting us in an attempt to gain control or power. She wants me.

She was gripping her knees hard enough that her knuckles had gone white, but her eyes were closed and she was breathing and she was holding it. "Options," Xander said. "We need another exit," Marcus said. Everyone looked at Sarah. Sarah was already pulling up a schematic on her laptop. Her jaw was set. "There is one," she said. "But we're going to have to run."

Pack responsibilities consumed their lives, tending to the ranch and lodge, leaving little room for leisure. Xariah sought refuge in a thicket of dense bushes, her heart pounding in her chest. She closed her eyes, seeking solace in the silence. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed until the gentle nudge of Sahara’s snout shattered the tranquility against theirs. A soft whimper escaped Sahara’s lips, my mother’s wolf piercing the stillness of the surroundings. Startled, Xariah’s senses sharpened, and she sprang to her feet, her small frame trembling with excitement and anticipation. Sahara rounds us, then nudges us to go towards dad’s wolf Jericho, who is patiently waiting for us in the thicket

I needed to find Luna before it was too late and before Ramon’s plan could fully unfold. The door of the room opened as Lucas and Sarah walked in, concern etched on their faces. Lucas spoke first. “You are awake; thank God,” he said, relief evident in his voice. “We need to act fast to retrieve Luna before it’s too late,” Sarah added, her eyes reflecting the same urgency. “I sense her aura being diminished; we must hurry.” Sarah has the power to sense auras in someone with whom she has a strong emotional connection or if the person is close to her physically. Thankfully, Luna is one of those people.

Her locks were so large, and she had cowries around her head. "Who are you, and what do you know about Laika?" I growled but stayed distant because something told me that violence would not be great now. "Xara, the witch of Bangatha. I conjured the spell on you and have been aiding Erika since then." "Are you telling me this to get you killed?" I asked. The sorceress looked around at the men pointing their swords at her. "I find it difficult to speak when I am surrounded with weapons."

Lixue and Agent Eight approached one of the employees' desks. "Saren Luth, that's her name—my friend," Lixue said to the employee, then asked if her godfather Raiden was in his office. Agent Eight—who was Saren Luth outside the underground. Lixue also asked for Shakira Lao—who was Agent Ten. "She was at her post earlier. A tall man and an older tall man came. Maybe they're father and son—they look very similar. That’s who she was talking to," the employee said.

“If Soren decides we’re worth aligning with, we gain access to the most significant alliance network in this region.” Aria looked at the letter. Then at Xavier. “When do we start preparing?” The preparation for Soren’s visit moved through the pack like a quiet current, not disruptive, but present. Aldric reviewed diplomatic protocols. Fenris oversaw warrior presentation standards. The kitchen staff were consulted about formal feast arrangements. And Liam, when told about the upcoming visit, asked a single question: “Does he have children?” “One daughter,” Xavier said. “Eight years old. Her name is Saya.”