Novel & Cerita Mermaid Sora

"Scarlett." ******

After receiving a proof that a necromancer was indeed hidden on the Akashia Village, the Maelies gave an order to twenty Light Oracles to kill the whole tribe. These Light Oracles are the personal Army of the Royal Bloodline, consisting of people who can manipulate two to three elements and combine them to make a new element of their own. One Light Oracle's strength is always leveled 10 times more than a normal element user so wiping the Akashians is of no difficulty for them.

“From today onwards, Kieran is the new Luna of our pack and you will all treat her with the respect she deserves” One by one, I watched their heads bow in reverence. It was supposed to feel nice but it didn't. I ignored the holes that Sabrina was burning into my head. If I thought this was somewhat over, then clearly I was just being delusional.

I guess he hated me for everything I would be doing. He then signalled me to continue and I nodded. “The mermaid was not going to make it. It was the same situation as mine. Then I found out how I survived. It was Sora who healed me and I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't watch her healing that mermaid with my own eyes.” I added in a low tone. The discussion between us was getting all serious.

Her eyes glowed purple, and powerful energy radiated from her in waves. As Sora knelt, catching her breath, Ursula crouched beside her. "Okay," Ursula whispered softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from Sora's face. "Your daughter will be strong, even stronger than you." Her golden eyes flashed with a warning. "Don't forget our deal, Sora. Don't forget.”

Naida, with her shark-like fin at the end of her mermaid tail, admires Sasha's dedication as she navigates through the multitude of remedies, searching for potential solutions to aid the afflicted pod. Inspired by the unity and determination of her fellow merfolk, Naida decides to contribute by volunteering her assistance. She joins the line of merfolk, holding her own container filled with a concoction passed down from her wise grandmother. As she waits, a sense of hope and purpose fills her heart, knowing that they are all working together to find a remedy and restore health to the Arcttegatian pod, the visitors from Arcttegat.

They were raw, mindless hunger. One of the Dregs, a creature with an elongated jaw and three-inch claws, shrieked and lunged at Elior. Sora didn't look up. He simply extended his hand and released a sharp, horizontal wave of kinetic energy. The air rippled. The creature’s head snapped back as its neck vertebrae shattered instantly. It hit the ground with a wet thud. "Stay back," Sora said. His voice carried a resonance that made the remaining Dregs flinch.

Morris attempted to throw a crumpled cupcake paper cup from the ones we ate earlier, but it only got blown by the wind. "Another insult!" She yelled. "Sierpenti lives in the ocean. Like I said, he has a tail, fins, and gills that make him move faster than any other being in the water. Well, after all, he is a God." "So . . . He's a mermaid?" "What on Luminozenko is a mermaid?" We stared at one another for a good couple of minutes until she tried to throw another paper cupcake at me. Poor cupcake paper.

Elder Merkus and Elder Dante were deep in conversation, their voices low as they discussed the evening's meeting. Suddenly, Merkus stopped mid-sentence. His eyes widened, and he nearly stumbled back. "Gods..." Dante whispered, his face turning ghostly pale. Lying in the center of the hall was a young woman. Her white silk dress was shredded, soaked through with dark, spreading crimson. It was Sora, the only daughter of Elder Ramesh, the most powerful and senior member of the High Council. Her eyes were still open, staring vacantly at the ceiling. She was clearly gone.