Meliodas And Zeldris Novels & Stories

The dead deserved rest, even if most died from their own uncontrolled desires. By the time Felix returned to Monaire, dawn was breaking. In a hotel room, he found Melinda and Milo, who was still immobilized. Even though Justin was killed, Milo still couldn't move. That just showed how extraordinary that A-tier Malevolent Phantom was. "Sir, you'll save Milo, right?" Melinda's eyes were red. They were clearly close to each other. "I'll try. Just wait outside." Though Melinda's credentials seemed fine, Felix couldn't fully trust her since they had just met each other. After she left, he made eye contact with Milo and immediately initiated Soul Manifestation.

Crashes! The two-dimensional illusory magic wall that had managed to imprison Ares for so many moments cracked and shattered into grains of dust. Instantly Vasilio and Morgan, who were standing side by side, were alert, as well as Zeno who clenched Arlcia in his Lycan's arms. Even though the enemies were few, they couldn't defeat those greedy bastards.

Each step brings them closer to confronting the source of their anguish, and a chance to restore balance to their shattered world. At last, they reach the inner sanctum, a hidden chamber veiled from prying eyes. The air within is heavy with anticipation, tinged with a sense of impending confrontation. Zelda, her eyes brimming with determination, grips her weapon tightly, ready to face the embodiment of her suffering. Elliot and Chris stand beside her, their loyalty unwavering, prepared to fight alongside their allies.

Arlo I watch as Cerelia and Hilda work together to take Maelor down. I can feel my beloved’s agony and pride surges in me at her incredible strength. She was right and I should never have doubted her. She is strong enough to do this. Maelor’s horrified expression when he realizes who will be responsible for his death tastes like ambrosia. The moment is sheer perfection until I feel the mating bond I share with Hilda disappear.

"We will defeat them together." The situation was getting more serious. Rula and Zloe complement each other to utilize their strengths against the continuously approaching enemies. On the other hand, Melisam was still unconscious. The effect of the sleeping pills Zloe gave her was too strong. Rula refused. "Get away from here now! Get Melisam out of here!" "However, how about you?" "Hurry up!" Rula commanded. "Don't stall for time!" Zloe didn't have a better choice than to obey Rula's order. He was forced to leave Rula in a critical situation. Zloe approached Melisam and took Melisam's body with him. Rula was battling the black wolf, attempting to obstruct Zloe's path.

All he ever did was rule a successful pack, living his very best lives I had suddenly appeared and dragged him into a war now. A guard suddenly emerged and stopped us.“Lady Giselle, Alpha Zoldrick has returned and is dinning. He requests your presence...both of you.” We eagerly followed him, as he led us to meet Zoldrick. Entering the grand dinning hall, I spotted Zoldrick sitting and munching on something. I was finally relieved, after thinking the worst could have happened to him. “Oh, your majesty. You're finally here, I was beginning to think you're preoccupied.” He stated as soon as he saw us.

Gerthel muttered with gloominess overwhelming her face. Melda looked at her sadly too and shook her head. "If only I am a dragon, I will help you. Unfortunately, like you, I am just a weak human, who was brought here as a maid." When Melda left her, Gerthel was drowned in uneasiness. "Boss Dar, I am sorry," she whispered while her tears started to fall again. How she misses him but thinking about him spending many nights in Draga's bed, she wanted to curse both of them.

Zelda flew towards Eli. "These vampires we will kill them." Zelda spoke up. Eli nodded. A white wolf appears next to Zelda and Eli. "You two are Sharmaine and Augustus's children, aren't you?" "Yes." Zelda replies. "I'm Osmund, your parents' friend." "Yes, I've heard of it." Zelda seriously. Edsel also appeared, he went to Osmund. "What do you werewolves want here?" "We want to cancel the formula for creating vampire super-soldiers, the world will be out of balance."

He pressed her to the wall, his fangs glinting. “Hold still,” he whispered, tilting her head with cruel fingers. “I’ll rip out your heart and send it to Valerius as a love letter.” Zoe’s eyes widened in horror. She gasped, “Please…” A sharp crack split the air. A wave of heat and pressure surged down the hall. “Not so fast!” Melinda stormed into view, her hands glowing with runes that burned against her skin. She shouted an incantation, her voice echoing off the marble walls.

“Forgive me. I couldn’t hold them much longer.” “Are you badly injured?” he asked with urgency. “I’m fine, My Lord,” she replied, rising to her feet. “I can still fight.” Gildeon would rather Roselia rest, but they were in the middle of a war. “Settle down, Zylas.” Drusden’s booming voice rang out from the swirling fog tornado in the distance, drawing Gildeon’s attention. From the forest side, Dragon Zylas froze in place, his massive body stilling, though his predatory gaze remained locked on Gildeon.