Rimuru Tempest Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

In the distance she heard the threatening storm approaching, it echoed her own inner turbulence. “I wish to embrace the storm. I wish to wipe the tears from my face. I wish…” echoes her voice.

Angeline quickly placed her hand over his tiny mouth, “Don’t ever talk about death again okay?” He nodded without saying anything. “You said your mama?” She asked again to be sure. “Yes, my pretty mama,” he blurted joyfully. Just then the door opened and Aurora walked in with a tray of juice for the guest. “There” Liam was pointing at her, “she is my mama” he added and Angeline turned towards her, her eyes contained something unfathomable and expressionless. “Have some Juice maam” aurora said casually as she placed the tray beside her,

"What? How? I don't understand" "Shit has been trending since today, it's really crazy babe, you should see it." "Okay, I will," Prisca said and hung up anxiously. She burst into tears as she saw that a thirteen seconds video of her receiving backshots have been trending for the past hour. Clem wasn't visible in the video, just her. She started crying uncontrollably. Clem didn't post this video neither was he tagged or mentioned in the post. So who could have posted this? She asked herself.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Jang Mi covered her mouth with one hand when she saw various forms of ferocious demons walking valiantly in the first line of the Iron Tiger army. “Fifty rows of three tailed wolves. Fifty rows of red eyed tigers. And fifty rows of Mammoth the hairy elephant. I thought, the fortress of the Central District would collapse too easily if the enemies that came were big demons like that!” Zhou Fu muttered under his breath and Jang Mi replied with a nod as well.

Nothing in this world matters. I scavenge. I attack. I kill. Day in. Day out. --- Most of the pages were missing. Destroyed by the weather… or by something else. I closed the book, my hands trembling. Then, suddenly, I threw it across the room. Damien barely ducked in time. "Iris, I didn’t know you went through so much." His voice was quiet, careful. "It seems like blacking out was a survival instinct for you. But now… we know what happens when you black out."

They had barely urged the horses forward when the wind shifted… and with it, something primal settled over the land. We all felt it. A growl, low and thunderous, rumbled through the air like a storm on the horizon. Every warrior froze. I turned in my saddle, already tensing, and then I saw him. A rogue stepped out from the edge of the brush. No, not just any rogue. He was massive. Towering, muscle stacked on muscle, with scars crisscrossing his body like war tattoos. His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne.

‘Nuri, don’t keep your eyes closed. I want you to see me too,’ Tempest's voice was low, urging Nuri softly, her breath warm against her skin. The request hung in the air, an invitation that stirred something deep inside Nuri. ‘Okay,’ Nuri whispered, her words almost lost in the rising tide of anticipation that seemed to pulse between them. As her eyes opened, her breath caught in her throat. What she saw before her—Tempest in wolf-form—was far more stunning than she’d ever imagined. The tan and brown fur shimmered like warm sunlight, a mixture of lion and something ancient and untamed. What truly stunned Nuri, however, were Tempest's eyes—those striking light blue eyes that mirrored her own,

“Traitor in the Inner Circle.” Lucien’s mother. Isolde Nerezza. Only a few of us even knew she was a source for Emberbound. “This isn’t some skirmish test,” Nora said. “It’s bigger.” Event. The word settled like stone in my chest. “What kind of event?” Elias replied instead of me. Cool, collected, hands stuffed in the pockets of his slim black coat. “One that will require strength,” he continued. “Specifically stormborn and sky-called alignments.” Iris went stiff next to me.