Novel & Cerita Sun Hashira

"Oh, my. I didn't expect to be discovered. This is not good. Greetings, everyone. I'm Mixulla, the 80th-generation sun goddess of Saffronesia!" Tessa lowered her head and removed a human skin mask, revealing an extraordinarily beautiful face. "I'm the current true sun goddess of Saffronesia and the strongest ability user in Saffronesia today. Today marks Saffronesia's decapitation strike against Hacniane. Everyone here, except the Saffronesia delegation, must die!" As her words fell, a group of people suddenly appeared in the crowd and slit the throats of those around them. Clang!

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

Minho strode in with arrogance, believing that Yuna wouldn’t be mad over his servant’s stupidity. Once her bed was in view, he noticed that there was an Ezraen girl beside her bed. His eyes landed on the girl’s face. She looked familiar. On closer inspection, he discovered that she wasn’t just familiar, he knew who she was! She’s Jonathon Harris’ daughter, Sun. His handsome face instantly changed into a scowl.

The nearest chair shattered against the stone wall before I had even registered moving. Splinters flew. My hands were already claws, and my breath came in ragged snarls. Ashina. My Ashina. The Phoenix, who had once burned kingdoms beside me. The wolf whose mark I bore. The woman whose scent still lived on my skin. She had agreed to give him an heir? I hurled the table aside, the polished wood crashing and breaking like a brittle lie. The silver cut across my palms when I struck the mirror, shattering my very reflection. Good. I didn’t want to see myself.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

"So, first I go with Neu's character. His name was Kei Hiyama, He was in the guild for a long time ago and he still protecting the base till now with the rest of the other guild members. Then, about Lolita. Her name was Minato Lolita, the same goes for Hiyama she was an old guild member that still living in the guild to protect it. Her teammate was Hiyama and both of them go on a quest together." After hearing Hikari introducing their character to them, they can tell that it looks like their character didn't have any connection to Hikari's character. So they asked Hikari about it "Then, what happen to your character? Reincarnated?" Hikari shooked his head and says that was not it. Since both

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

And as they walked into the horizon, hand in hand, a bright future awaited them, filled with love, healing, and the enduring power of friendship. As the sun began to set, casting an ethereal glow over the land, Dawn, the seeress with a gift for divination, received a powerful prophecy. The whispers of the unseen realm revealed to her a startling truth - Sasha, the formidable adversary believed to be vanquished, was not dead. Instead, she had found refuge in the clutches of an even more formidable enemy.

The wind shifted, bringing through the fortress an unusual scent — rain, roses, and blood. Every wolf froze. The torches flickered wildly, and then— A gentle glow emerged above the valley. It sparkled like moonlight on water, ascending higher, brighter, until the night itself felt alive. “It’s her,” Mira breathed, her eyes wide. “It’s Selene.” Yet Jorah felt uncertainty. The light throbbed, intensifying, until it divided into two beams — one silver, one crimson — entwining in the sky before disappearing into the clouds.