روايات وقصص ضمن Sister Krone The Promised Neverland

In Flandom, the rooster was a sacred totem that only the royal family was qualified to use. He remembered what Anna said earlier about a nineteen-year-old Flandonian girl who was the queen’s younger sister... The identity of the girl in front of him became clear. “Wait!” Just as the girl finished checking and was about to leave, Noir suddenly stopped her. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re...” Andrius narrowed his eyes and seemed to question, but he was affirming it, “You’re Katalina, the younger sister of Queen Margerina, right?”

King Randall was holding Luna’s sister as she was half dead with out her armour on was soaked with blood and huge wounds all over her body, “Telling her will be the first thing to do when going back, I promise. Priscilla.” Randall said in a sad way for he knew one of the Divine Humanes was at death door, then Luna’s sister gave up her ghost with a smile at that moment a huge green light shined up to the sky from a distant. ... Let’s go back to few days ago before this unanticipated scene happened during the time Randall and the hefty woman known as Luna’s big sister— her real name, Priscilla were transported to the enchanted forest of the Forest Nymphs Kingdom by Oshoshi along with Dryad.

She blew imaginary dust off her nails, then she took another sip of her wine while pretending I didn’t ask a question before she finally got up. “You heard me right, sister. I am going to be Mrs Carrington in six weeks. I hope you’re not going to be a problem to me. It’s not like you’re in love with him or anything. Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt your little best friend.” She replied in a sweet voice that made me sick to my stomach.

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

And what the hell is pretty? “Common Ruby! Lemme show you my toys.” “Me too!!” “Yunno it will be cool having you as my sister. My other sister has no time for us, she has a grumpy mate who won't let us see her, and Uncle Ian and Ivan are too busy. You are Moon Goddess sent.” the two kids chatted on.

And I wasn't sure whether that was hope or mockery. My aunt's voice reached my ears once more, and I took a soft inhale. "It's time, Katarina," she said, and the feeling I'd been suppressing surged even stronger, causing my heart to race. Underneath all the fur and glam, I was terrified. My sister was Greyson's first choice, but she died just two weeks before they could exchange vows, so I had to take her place. But, unlike her, I received no flowers or promises.

A nobody. The whole celebration was captivating but somehow the only thing I could sense was the sharlt scent of pine, leather and slice that filled the room. And there, at the heart of it all, stood my sister. Selene. She was radiant, so beautiful that it was hard to believe that we are related or even sisters, her golden hair was braided into a crown that glowed even the dark and then icy blue eyes framed her face perfectly, her cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass but she still managed to look more feminine than I could ever be.

Kyran adds. Yeah, that is strange. I love my sister, but she can be a handful. While my sister loves to shop and can be the typical girly girl, she can also be one tough bitch. She has no problem throwing down and kicking someone's ass. She had put several girls within our pack in their place when they thought they could slither into my bed and try to seduce me into making them my Luna. Thankfully, everyone knows we will not bother with the women in our pack and the Dark Water Pack. They are the royal pack that helps protect my family and me. He shoves his phone in front of my face, and I damn near start drooling. The picture is of a stunning Harley Davidson Electra Glide. The bike is purple

Iris and Norlina both had blood red hair and the eyes to match, and their skin is flawless. They were all powerful and we could all feel it. “Kree’s daughters,” Nixon noted. The three sisters nodded. They’re from a coven of sixteen sisters, much like the Coven of the Witches of Darkness, the witches of the Dark Lord. They’re from the Coven of the Witches of Light, the witches of the Great Witch. “Our mother has sent us here to help you because a great crime has been committed against us too and we would love to help you avenge it,” Rezona spoke up.

HILDA POV "KRAVEN," I spit through my clenched teeth. The wind blows and my naked form shivers slightly as I stare down my youngest sibling. "Sister, what a pleasant surprise," Kraven says in a sickly sweet voice as he begins to pace back and forth. I can feel more pack members gathering behind me, which eases my tense muscles. My shoulders completely straighten when Gunnar appears on my right. "Care to explain why you are on my land, brother," Gunnar says in his most menacing voice.