Novel & Cerita Romantis

He wants to have many children, hoping to pass on his traits to them and start a new dawn of vampires- day walkers. Ritoru: A kitsune of Inari, one of his favorites. He loves to cuddle with his masters and tries to please them daily, loving them a great deal. He was caught out in Inari's garden one night and was stolen, being forced into his weakest form, a fox, when they caged him. He was going to be sold but was rescued by Laurence and Silas. He's playful but he can be serious when it comes to things. He's loving and very loyal, chasing off demons to protect his masters. His playful nature usually ends in him being slightly mischevious when it comes to Laurence, pinning him to floors when

I thought to myself. My parents left immediately after kissing me, I was left in a room the size of my old house with a beautiful maid. With the status appearing on everyone I met, I became curious about mine and I looked for a mirror. Prince of the kingdom of Lamris Name : Aldho Fallmoer Race: Human Age : 3 Years Magic Energy : 0 Physical Strength : 12 Speed : 0.05 ms ...

“The hell, Amaris—” She slapped my shoulder. “No cussing, for Goddess’s sake! Drink it.” “Not until I know what’s in it,” I argued stubbornly. Amaris sighed in annoyance, then relented. “It’s moonwater, sage, ashroot, powdered silver leaf—all from my garden. A concoction that has been used by wolves for decades to unlock, as I mentioned, latent abilities. It will weaken the walls between your blood and hers—so you can glimpse her memories, her flame.”

“—sora și umbră, soră și soră—” “—sora to kage, shimai to shimai—” “—acceptă-ne ca una.” “—watashi-tachi o hitotsu ni.” The mist exploded upward in a perfect column, spinning like a tornado made of moonlight. Both lockets rose from our hands, chains tangling mid-air. Silver and black garnet melted together in a heartbeat—fusing, reshaping, cooling into two identical lockets. Same Gothic Romanian filigree. Same Japanese kanji in the center: 森羅 – Morua – “to receive.”

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

' Ritian scolded himself, 'I don't plan running around in this mess. He doesn't know the place he is currently in. Ritian don't even remember coming to this place. The only thing he could verify right now is that, he's not dead. And this place is no heaven. "Hey!" Ritian called him, "What's your name?" The man swam to his direction. His muscles flexed as he pushed on the ground and hefted himself up with ease. "I'm Wenren. I'm a martial hero." 'It's official.' Ritian thought, 'Looks like I really lost my marbles.'

she said. “For the last time, my name isn’t purple hair. Call me Subaru, okay? It's really annoying when people call me that.” Mika began to tap her pockets as if searching for something and came up with a long, handmade necklace. Handing it to me, she said, “Big Bro Subaru, please keep this necklace. It’s a good luck charm. You will not get hurt.”

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she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

I glanced back at the gouge marks in the floor and stared at the green markings on the walls. “I’m sure he was fucking a giant spider….” “Omen!” “What? Is the one over there hanging upside-down from the roof?” Orlando went quiet, but I heard his body slide down the wall; possibly so he could rest against it. “She has silver fur” he breathed “and little white antlers. Her eyes are light orange, and she has four tails. She has white swirly patterns through her fur. You should see it; it’s beautiful.” Jeez, it sounded like he was hypnotised. His voice wasn’t the same as it was before. He sounded like he was describing a lover to me, not some Beora’s bitch.