Novel & Cerita Scorpio Fairy Tail

"Then what do you want to know?" " What your powers are like, you are a different witch , your kind are extinct." " I have powers to control natural elements, I really have no idea of what I am capable of , I only noticed yesterday." " you are an hedge witch Scar , you can deal with elements, nature, crafts, and herbalism." " I can?." " so what did you notice." " I hear voices from distance through the air , and I could turn the water into a warm one." " you are a pure witch Scar." He exclaimed

“That Scar Icegard is your mate. The same one that was stolen from his family years ago. The same one that was stolen from you years ago.” Tears flood my vision, distorting everything. I sway again, the paper slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor. My hands fly to my head, gripping tightly, like I can hold the world together if I just press hard enough. How is this possible? How is he here? How did this all happen? Scar, a werewolf? A vampire? How? “Scar is a werewolf?” I ask, confusion choking the words as a sob claws its way up my throat.

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.

I also saw squat, hairy fairies, maybe two feet tall with long rat tails, who must have been a blend of the fir darrig, also known as rat boys, and duergars, who are a type of dwarf. A woman with five, fluffy tails hanging out of a discreet hole in her dress, pondered me with fiery snake eyes which, strangely enough, seemed kind. She was obviously part kitsune, a Japanese fox shifter, and a powerful one judging from the number of her tails, but I wasn't sure if her other half was naga, a Hindu snake shifter, or djinn, an Arab fire fairy. The djinn had three classes, one of which resembled either snakes or dogs so those eyes could be a gift from either race. Then there were brownies like Mair

Stacey looked at all of these things strangely and even got scared as to why they were doing all these things. “She has been chosen by the queen to communicate to us, through the trace of the queen's magic, we can be able to communicate to her or even access her,” one of the fairies who was performing the ritual said while he held the bowl high, he was handed a smaller cup by the fairy next to him and he scoops up some of the liquid from the larger bowl to the smaller cup, he then handed it to Stacey asking her to drink it. She was hesitant but Magdalene assured her it was all safe she did not need to worry and she drank the cup with her eyes closed, it was very bitter it felt like she was t

Something about them looked off. "Sharra will see you now," Scotch said. His voice was entirely void of character and his brilliant orange wings had faded to dull umber. Worse, he mentioned Sharra. Rave and Scotch had become Akuma, soulless demon creatures. Rave took hold of Jesse, but Jesse forced himself from the gargoyle's grasp. "Let me go." Scotch tried to grab me, but I scooted out of the way as Troy half shifted and ripped off the gargoyle's arm. He didn't even flinch.

"To deceive Balaro, I cooperated with you in that play. I was waiting for you to injure him so that I could become the leader of the Neuf Chrys Club! Let me reintroduce myself—I'm the Corpse Tailor, Koi Hadachi!" As Koi finished speaking, his whole body was enveloped in a purple light, and two crowns appeared behind his head. The wriggling corpses began to tangle together, forming the shape of a wolf! Its mouth was lined with densely packed sharp teeth made of human ribs, and its tail comprised intertwined arms. Riker did not hesitate. He aimed his gun at the monster and fired several shots. However, it only drew ridicule from Koi. "Dead things can't die again!

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

He was quiet for a moment, then said, “I saw your hands shaking.” I didn’t answer. “I saw the way you looked at that soldier before he—before he passed.” I closed my eyes tightly. My chest ached so badly, it felt like something sharp was stuck inside. “I tried, Damien. I really did.” “I know.” “I touched him. I prayed. I begged the moon. But nothing happened. Nothing.” “Because this isn’t something normal,” he said gently. “This wasn’t a regular rogue attack.” “What was it then?” I asked him, my voice cracking again. “They used something. Some kind of dark potion. I could feel it in the air. It was heavy. It was wrong.”