Magma Admiral の小説・ストーリー

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.

It was an Admiral, scarred and decorated, sitting on the bridge of the Gungnir. "Unidentified Aeolus transport," the Admiral spoke, his voice calm and authoritative. "This is Admiral Vance of the Fenrir Council Fleet. You are entering a restricted exclusion zone. We have you locked with twelve fire-control radars. You have ten seconds to power down your engines and prepare to be boarded. If you deviate from your course, you will be vaporized." "They want a delivery," Marcus growled, checking his rifle, though he knew a rifle was useless against a fleet.

Her father had decided for her and it would be swimming against the current if she tries to resist. "What do you think?" Rudima aske Despite the resentment, Ada couldn't help but smile when she saw her reflection on the water. Rudima had added the missing piece. She had braided Ada's hair into a single whole and had added some red and white beads to create a single line on the center of her head, contrasting with the Uri that went down to her lips. “You are a genius, mom,” Adaku said.

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.

(Crown Prince Amariss Amelia Romella ) Another round of applause comes, although the numbers of troop that he brought were less than Dukedom of Angela, but it was something that cannot be underestimated, because the Mastodon Riders is actually and advanced cavalry unit, that Mastodon is actually a monster that almost similar to the Mastodon that is Ancestor to the modern Elephant back on earth, but the Mastodon in Fantasma It much more larger and ferocious, it was a walking siege tower, and most of the Mastodon Rider actually were equipped with a catapult and some there were even about 12 Knight on it that ready to jump straight into actions. Queen Romella is actually on a negotiation with E

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

I stand tall and look at him curiously wondering what he means. "What Maximus means to convey to ma'am, is that we don't know exactly how this will go. Magma and Igneous are the first of our kinds to find there mate. We know that the symptoms he has are in response to the withdrawal that he feels from being away from her" the giant blonde says.

Aramide whispered in a low tone as she put the glass of whiskey that she had been holding down. “I’ve got some info on what happened to Mercedes.” Aramide perked up at that, her forehead creased as she anticipated the bad news. “So, was it bola?” She asked in a monotone voice. “Yes,” Efrain responded. “I knew it! I knew that Witch was up to something!” Aramide spat and turned around, almost as if she was trying to hide her expressions from Efrain. She was just so fed up and tired of it all. “that’s not all though-“

What's the matter with him! "I knew it! My speculation was right. You're working under the director's orders, so that may explain why you seem so familiar. Well, personal orders perhaps. Tell me, what is your ulterior motive?" he said with gritted teeth. "I have no plans to nurture a viper in my bosom." As Ameira became part of the team, she thought peace would welcome her, but it's the other way around. "The sea of thousand lights you see. Up. Right above; floors of forty.

The war room in Blackwater Port was not a room of polished stone and ancient maps, but the Admiral's private cabin aboard his flagship, *The Sea Serpent*. The air was thick with the scent of tar, salt, and the faint, sweet smell of the rum Thorne poured into two heavy pewter mugs. The ship rocked gently at its moorings, a constant, reassuring reminder of the power that slept at their fingertips.