Sonic X Emerl Novels & Stories

I turned to him shocked. “What do you mean deadly?” I asked him. “If you can hurt me without even thinking about it, then yes, to everyone other than a primordial deity or your mate you are deadly when angry.” Eros clarified. “You have a mate?” Persephone asked, her jaw having hit the floor. “I do.” I giggled as Emerial wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “What are you?” Persephone asked Emerial. “An Angel, so is Shadriel my cousin.” He replied pointing at Shadriel.

I run a hand through my hair, "To...Topaz was a descendant of the Eros bloodline. I didn't kill them because things started clicking in my head, even though I had zero proof when I saw your picture two years ago. I knew you had to be some relation to Topaz. You probably know, but we have everything on file when you're with an Alpha, the Luna, and/or children. Samples of blood, hair, everything. I ran Topaz's immediately after seeing your picture. The test confirmed she was an Eros. I think she would have been your third or fourth cousin. When I captured her parents, I ran their blood. Her Father, Augustus, came back as an Eros. As I said had no proof you were one, just something in me knew,

"I buried two sons of the guard this week—men killed by those who listened to Arion's whispers. If I let you go unchallenged, I'll bury twenty more by dawn." "You always were the Queen's hound," Emeric sneered. "And you," Xavier said, drawing his blade with a ring of finality, "were my friend." The swordplay was brief, but brutal—a flurry of trained instinct. Sparks flew as steel clashed, boots skidding over marble. Blood dripped where Emeric's blade nicked Xavier's shoulder, but Xavier's next move was decisive. A twist. A lunge. Steel met flesh. Emeric fell to his knees, eyes wide in shock, breath hitching. "I… would've followed you anywhere, once."

He mopped it away with his forearm and called Xyla Quest. On the other end of the phone, Xyla had just arrived at the police station in her house area. Seeing Jeremy’s name on her phone screen, Xyla slowly got out of the car before answering his call. Right at this moment, Emily Quest and May Conner were escorted from another police car. As soon as Emily caught sight of Xyla, she started struggling and howling like a mad dog. “F*ck you, Xyla! I’ll definitely kill you, eat your flesh, and drink your blood if I have the chance!

Xercel didn't utter anything, instead, her hand formed a fist while she stops herself from killing these people. "Don't let your emotions rule over you, Xercel. I am warning you, we can’t fail tonight.” A voice of someone cold and sinister told her from the other line which made her gulp because of how intense the feeling of that voice brought her. She sighed and calm herself while loosening the fist formed earlier. "I'm sorry, Empress. I will do my best this time.” She made a serious promise to the person who said it but never got a response from her again.

But this was— "Four marks bro. Yo, it's him!" The air shifted, the wind pulled behind me as I sprinted in a flash. Xander and Lucious followed behind me. We arrived at a junction where five proxies stood, forming what looked like a fractured circle between themselves. Dust filled the air, making normal vision hard to achieve. My wolf came to the surface, elevating my senses. I growled as my fangs elongated and my claws displayed. In the middle of the large circle was Emrys.

I can always take his body as my own. Emera’s Mate and I square off as the real fight begins. My hand shifts into a fighting claw, fingers outspread. I leap forward, plunging them into his chest above the heart. With a deep grin, I start my unholy chanting. My life force will overpower his insubstantial being, and she will be the vessel to carry on my bloodline.

A gentle nudge from his massive head, accompanied by a soft, rumbling growl, conveyed a warmth that belied its fearsome anger. "Do not die," Emeriel whispered, his words tight with emotion. Tears welled up in his eyes. "They're going to kill you tomorrow, and I... I cannot bear it. I refuse to believe you are as mindless as they say. I wish I could save you. I wish I could save you." Emeriel pulled back, his face pale. The beast lowered him to his feet but did not release its hold. Emeriel did not mind. "I know you're in there, somewhere. I just...don't know how to reach you," he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow.

I turned my head towards him, the shadows coiling around my body ready to lunge and kill him. Emerson dove in front of me, wrapping me in his arms and zooming to the other side of the room. He caged me in and kept my view off Kellan. His large body was hard to see through and as he shifted into his lycon form I couldn't push him off me as easily. "Don't do this, Zerena." Emerson snarled at me through his lycon. I know he didn't mean it threatening, but in this form everything sounds like a threat.

He had a localized sonic emitter strapped to his forearm. ​He stepped into the room. ​The wind died as the building’s emergency shutters began to grind downward, heavy steel slabs fighting the air. ​I pulled Isabella behind me. My shoulder screamed—the bandage from the lighthouse was wet now, the skin pulling at the staples. ​"Risk assessment," Isabella whispered. She was leaning against my back. I could feel the frantic, steady drum of her heart. ​"Internal," I said. "The emitter is Sterling Tech. Prototype. It was supposed to be in the Zurich lab."