Ludwig Hetalia Novels & Stories

It is believe that the full moon is Seraphina and Achilles while the stars are the civilians who died with them. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ ☪ After so many years ☪ A lot of things has changed in the world of Magia, some have evolved because of the amount of discoveries, but they still haven’t forgotten the things and rules they are used to. There are some joyful events in different parts of the place in this magical world, but there are also unpleasant experiences. "Edmondo, call a midwife right now!" The king commanded. The heroic king of Prostatévo at the present time: Gualtiero Bobellon.

I immediately covered my neck "What....What mark? it's just....it's just a bruise...." "Bruise?" He raised his head and pulled my scaff off making everyone around me gasp including Sarah. I started to hear whispers "It's not a bruise but an hickey" He stepped even more closer making me step back "It was me who gave it to you" I heard Luis chuckle and others gasping again "You...You..." "Yes me. George Christopher. A True blood. Future Alpha of the pack. Gave an hickey to you. Arey Fernandez. Willingly" A faint smile was plastered on his face, looks like he was enjoying teasing me but that's not my concern is right now...

Someone blessed by the moon goddess with a precious gift. No one knows for sure. But neither do I plan on investigating deeper on it nor do I plan on giving it another thought. At the very least, Linda stopped warning people about her vision. A vision that foretold that our pack will eventually be facing the biggest disaster ever. A second war among the packs. I doubt it was even possible. All packs are now united through the Alliance. It is a symbol of peace, which was recently completed the day Alpha Victor sent me that letter.

They had saved the central kingdom of Atlantic from certain doom. Helga, battered and bruised, slunk away into the shadows, her wicked laughter echoing through the night. She knew she had not won this battle, but the war was far from over. As Luna, Alex, and Hobert stood together, they pledged to put an end to Helga's reign of terror. They would honor Henrietta's memory and protect those they loved from the witch's malevolent grasp. And so, the battle-weary heroes set forth on their quest, determined to restore peace and bring justice to their world. Through their grief and heartbreak, they would find strength in unity, and in their love for one another.

Replace the chasing Rajata. “We developed Lidia with the assumption that the experience used as a Reference Point only occurs once in the entire timeline,” explained Harso, “but, what if this complicated data is caused by the same events or feelings that occurred several times, and that makes it difficult for Lidia to determine the correct time it has to retrieve?“ “Larasati has been broken hearted several times?” asked Kalyana. “But as far as I can remember,” muttered Kalyana, “as we followed Larasati’s thoughts, not once did she remember someone the way she remembered Narendra.”

18 years later… It had been 18 years since the war that reshaped our destinies, and as Luna, I watched over the pack with a mixture of pride and contentment. Ethan, my son, had grown into a formidable Alpha, carrying the weight of his responsibilities with grace and strength. He stood by my side, a symbol of unity and resilience. The pack thrived under his leadership, embodying the ideals Silas had envisioned—a world where wolves and hybrids coexisted in harmony.

There was only one explanation for that but he had to be sure. "Anything else perculiar about them?" He asked. "Well no, I mean yes. They are the triangle wolves. Apart from that, we couldn't find anything else." Aiden replied as he seemed to be racking his brains for any information he might have missed. A murderous intent appeared on Alexander's face at the mention of the triangle wolves. He clenched his fist tight, his body tense as he tried to control his emotions. After a while of silence from Alexander's end, Aiden became worried.

Very impressive. “That’s the rules of the game, Freya. Always stay close to your enemies,” he sipped his drink. His last words made me find my relaxation. I allowed my back to rest on the couch as my body adjusted in. “Tell me something new, Vogar, why is Leo your enemy? I don’t understand the reason both of you can never coexist.” “I don’t coexist with a thief. Leo stole from me. He took away everything that belonged to me. You, my position as an Alpha, and my fated mate,” he sounded a little pained.

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly searched the room for any clues that might help her understand the situation better. She found a journal that had belonged to the werewolf, and she began to read it. The journal contained entries about a war that had been raging between the werewolves and a powerful human organization known as the Order of the Silver Wolf. The werewolf had been fighting against the Order, and it had been doing so for many years. Ulrich was shocked by this revelation. She quickly put two and two together and realized that the werewolf she had just fought was part of this war. She also realized that if she wanted to help the werewolf, she would have to join the fight.

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.