Reshiram Novels & Stories

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

He seemed to be bracing himself. Finally, Astrid's voice came, powerful and melodic: "From the mist, a stranger arrives, with the visage of a wolf, his power thrives. A warrior princess, fierce with sword and might, against his dishonor, she'll strive to smite. In mortal combat, she conquers her mate, but the wolf's demise is not his fate. Through her kiss, he is reborn anew, a resurrection that binds them, through and through. United, they'll save their peoples against their plight, against the frozen sword, they'll stand and fight.

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”

I smile "Oh shit," she curses making me wince "Please no profanity," I say softly "I'm sorry," she apologizes sincerely, "I was really mean to you," she grabbed my hand tenderly "It's all fine," I shrug smiling at her again Ryder smacks my forehead, "No, it's not. Samantha, maybe you should figure shit out Before you go around cursing people out because you're jealous," Ryder tells her "No profanity, please," I tell him more sternly after having to repeat myself

They built their homes from the earth itself, using natural materials imbued with magic to create structures that harmonized with the surrounding landscape. Her parents, Zara and Milak, were pillars of the community. Zara's healing abilities were renowned, her gentle touch capable of mending the deepest wounds. Milak's control over the elements was awe-inspiring, his presence commanding respect and admiration. Together, they nurtured Aqua's budding abilities, teaching her the importance of using her powers for good and instilling in her a sense of responsibility and compassion.

Asura was surprised to realize that it was Surpanaka's energy. "My name is Surpanaka. I am a Rakshasa and one of the Pillars of Earth in this castle. After this introduction, I will not hesitate to tear the flesh of you two. So, be prepared." Surpanaka smiled casually, as if he was underestimating Asura and Arya Santanu. "Asura, be careful, he has a third eye on the temple of his forehead. That eye is not a human eye. It is the eye of a demon." Arya Santanu prepared to attack.

Simarth whispered, his voice dripping with refined malice. Samarth's whisper in her ear sent shivers down her spine. His warm breath caressed her skin, and his proximity made her heart skip a beat. No one, except Izhar, had ever dared to invade her personal space so brazenly. Samarth's audacity ignited a fierce rage within her. His dark, chiseled features seemed to radiate an aura of menace, his meadow-green eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. His sharp jawline and sculpted lips seemed to hint at a cruelty that made her blood run cold.

(please bring water) Anushka was now quite used to giving orders to the poen, she was slipping into her role effortlessly, sometimes even guiding others. The peon came with a glass of water and she offered it to Janvi, “Please hand over your resume, I will do the needful,” she said as Janvi handed her resume. Walking to Dinesh’s cabin. Anushka knocked on the door like she always did. he was doing something on his phone, which he kept down as soon as she entered. “Candidate for IELTS teacher, Janvi Parmar,” She mentioned, handing him the resume for the third time that day.

Rima was the first one who sensed the approaching danger as she was the strongest demon with the purest blood in the united army, however, even with her absolute intuition and fast reactions, she couldn’t act time to protect others from the ferocious assault, and in a matter of seconds, the golden shore turned into a bloodbath.