Neytiri Novels & Stories

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

--- "Do you believe that four misfit people can save... the ending world? My name is Nini and this is my team. Follow our adventure inside the world of Ever Realms. "Will you be the legend have been intended to be?"

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t hit something on her head. Jennifer here has a Neuromante ability, also known as Nexa. Basically, she knows exactly how to make you faint just by tapping on a nerve end or vein.” An older woman with curly hair waved shyly at me. Relief washed over me that the little girl hadn’t been harmed because of me and then I held onto Camila’s arm, letting her support me as I struggled back to my feet. “How old is Elara? And is she also a hybrid?”

The army sliced through the Asuras forces like a knife through butter. “That’s Cortana!!” Marie exclaimed with a smile on her face. “And... a twin sister?” She continued, her face contouring with confusion. Yuna Teragon leaped off her horse and levitated into the air, her eyes glowing brightly. She stretched her palms forward and slowly raised them, telekinetically unplugging a massive boulder from the ground. She curled her fingers into fists and tightened them, causing the boulder to crack until it broke into numerous large pieces.

Neptune's digital face smiled, "Upgraded models, impressive! I'll need to request a system upgrade from them, once they're on the island." Neptune smiled. "What's next?" Niklaus asked, following Neptune's instructions. He activated the female android with his thumbprint, and she hummed to life. "Hello, King Niklaus," she said, her voice melodic. "I am Kel, or Kelly, named after Chel, daughter of the Mayan Moon goddess Ixchel. My programmers honored your Mayan heritage, gifting me with vast knowledge of Mayan history and legends. It's my pleasure to serve You and Queen Raven."

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

Citra yells. “There’s no need to yell, young one,” comes a deep, accented voice from behind me. We all jump. Meredith and JoJo partially shift—claws and fangs flashing. Nora, Citra, and I summon our magic, energy already pulsing through us—until we see who it is. Kanati. Kamama. Huitzilopochtli. Standing right there. Materialized from thin air. “Thanks for the warning,” Citra mumbles, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.