Shirou X Illya Novels & Stories

Lunaria asked, and Orion lifted his lips as he stared at her. "I prefer Amanah over everyone, lady," he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide his blush. "She's an angel." Lunaria scoffed and covered her mouth as she said, "Literally." "She's dead," Ylil whispered as a tear rolled down her face. "This bitch," Evander muttered as he watched Ylil put on an act of a lifetime. "What?" Orion and Miall whispered, staring at Ylil. "Well then," Lunaria clapped her hands and smiled. "Seeing that we're all caught up. We should start with the judgement and punishment you deserve, Ylil."

Balder takes a step forward, crunching his knuckles. Aron takes a step back, bringing his mate in front of him as a shield. Fucking moron. I roll my eyes before looking at Illisa who is focusing on the couple before Balder, then she notices me and I raise an eyebrow. She smirks, her aura changing and her eyes shining as she calls her magic forward. One second Lilliana’s mother is being used as a shield, the next she is being catched by Illisa and Lillie. “No more hiding, Aron.” Balder says, again taking a step forward.

Lilia, fueled by a mix of rage and humiliation, followed Sherly down the corridor. She couldn't take it anymore. She won't let this woman get what she wants from you. As Sherly reached the staircase, she felt Lilia's grip on her shoulder. She frowned and forcibly turned her around. In a sudden motion, Lilia's hand swung, aiming for Sherly's face. However, Sherly, maintaining her calm demeanor, didn't resist. The slap landed on her cheek, and she turned her head slightly with the impact.

The flames, the bodies, Eli’s broken form, all of it shattered like glass. Leaving only her and the shadow. Alone. Shadow-Lyla straightened, fury twisting her face. “You think this is over?” Lyla lifted her blade, stance solid. “No. This is just the part where I stop running.” They lunged fire and shadow colliding in an explosion that split the dreamscape in two.

Oh well, I’m going out~’ Shilou can just shook her head again with a smile as she follows the grinning doberman type of guy that could sometimes be a golden retriever ahead of her.

The image of the so-called Angel of death in the video is precisely the same as the shadowed man from her hallucinations. Azriel had already dived into her puzzle booklet when Gehrig walked in. "Azriel Capoue…" Gehrig whispered when he spotted Shirley sleeping on the couch. "How are you doing?" he added. Azriel smiled and nodded slightly in a respectful way. Before Gehrig could drop his briefcase, Shirley started shaking, throwing her hands about, and screaming "Help Me" in her sleep. Gehrig rushed over to her and rapidly tapped her to wake her up. He would tap and call her name, Azriel too, but Shirley wouldn't wake until she did.

He slid a hand beneath her buttocks and lifted her up to carry her back to the bed. Later she sat up again. “I want to go back,” she said. “I’m ready.” Suluu pushed himself up, leaning on one elbow. Ilyria traced the smooth lines of his shoulder until her fingers found the silky scar tissue on his back. She loved even that about him. Maybe especially. That was their story. “What do you see, Ilyria?” he asked her. Ilyria rolled onto her back, blowing out a puff of air, surprised to see traces of moondust in her breath. She traced her fingers through the falling sparkles.

My chest tightened as I pressed closer to him, our bond anchoring me even as chaos threatened to tear the room apart. Elira stirred in my arms, a cry escaping her lips, and energy flared, brighter than the flames, stronger than the shadows. I could feel it strike at the Bone Seer, disorienting him, bending his control. The silver figure reached out, and their light intertwined with hers, creating a lattice of power I had never imagined.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

"What the hell did you do?" Jilal finally smirked at her when her irises responded to the stone he planted inside her. "Nothing. Just a binding spell." Leera's eyes widened at that while she gaped her mouth open towards him. She was tricked! Binding spell. Her very own soul anchored to his own...forever. "Damn you." Leera spatted in wide eyes. "You belong to me now." Jilal only mused. "Damn you, Jilal!" ***************************************************************************