Touhou Marisa Kirisame Novels & Stories

I asked, and as if realization hit her, Marisa immediately turned back to her human form before wearing her shorts and shirt. "You better watch it, girl. I am out for you. I am leaving you right now only because I don't want to spoil Evander's birthday. Regarding Evander's reaction, you don't need to worry about that. I know you came into his life only a month ago. You are not the first girl who has tried to take Evander away from me. I know how to handle brats like you. Watch out," Marissa said as she turned towards the lake, and feeling annoyed, I waved my hand at the ground, making the wet soil below her legs slide a bit, and she fell into the chilling water of the lake, screaming like a

The girl was wearing a white and golden attire that she remembered a dancer, said outfit consisted of a blouse that exposed her abdomen, she wore cloth pants and had long gold sleeves that joined her blouse. It was easy to notice because of his pale skin, crimson eyes and elongated fangs that was a vampire. She more specifically she was one of the three main vampire maidens that Isabell possessed. The girl was called Marishka and she attended the meeting as representative of her lady of her Isabell of her.

She gave me a small smile. — Hello, bella. I am Marisa. I am here to help you get ready. I stood frozen for a moment. No aggression. No disdain in her voice. Just… warmth. A striking contrast after these last hours of fear, silence, and tension that made my eyes well up despite myself. — Help me… with what? I asked, my voice hoarse. — To get ready for your wedding, of course, she replied softly. We can’t keep Santino waiting too long.

“I’m with myself.” “Unfortunate company,” Kaelira said before she could stop herself. The woman’s mouth flicked, almost a smile. “And yet consistent.” Zevran didn’t lower his guard. “Name.” “Maris,” she said. “You don’t know me. You know what I brought.” She looked at Kaelira then, openly, a recognition passing through her face like a shadow over water. “I’ve been following your wake for three days. You leave a tidy trail.”

The woman's excited voice sounded out, I was quiet for a while before responding. "Miwa.... Iretomiwa Vicentia..." ~Author's Note~ Votes and comments are really appreciated ☺️☺️

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.

He watched as Marisa, her face red with anger and eyes brimming with tears, stormed away from him. Marisa's vision blurred as she made her way to the couch where she had seen her handbag. She grabbed it with trembling hands, wiping away a fresh stream of tears with the back of her hand. Her heart was heavy with fear and anger, but her determination to escape this nightmarish situation remained unshaken.

I thank her before I nod to the ones on Tasha's body, "Whose clothes are these?" She smiles kindly, "Uhm, they're mine. My brother is the one throwing the party and well this is my room." "Did you come with that guy in my room?" She asks and I nod in response. "I'm Serena by the way." "Nice to meet you Serena, I'm Iris. And the guy in there is Luca, my boyfriend," "I think I want to go home now," Tasha says and we both look down at her. I help her up and we all go to the room to see Luca sitting on the huge bed and immediately he sees me he sighs.

She was also too close to the issue now that Ayda had revealed herself to be a princess and was romancing the new king. I was still feeling a way about that, to be honest… "What are you doing here by your lonesome?" Well, when the Goddess opens a window… "Can I ask you a question, Marisa?" "Depends… it's not going to be weird, is it?" Her hair was growing into her eyes now, needing a proper cut. Marisa didn't like to say that she was in mourning, but the lack of proper self-care said it all. The trauma of when slavers slaughtered her fellow priestesses played out in the bruised sockets of her eyes as she fought against sleep. Poor thing. "Because I know you're in a delicate place, but I'm no

Maris joined me, sipping from a cup of water. For a moment, we just breathed, listening to the clamour of betas sparring and the softer chatter of the women. It was almost peaceful. Then Maris tilted her head. "Why did you tell me your name was Iris?" I froze. "Because that's my name? You know that already, though, don't you? You called me that the first day we met." Her brows knitted together in genuine confusion. "Are you sure? But... I don't know anyone named Iris. I've never heard the name in our pack. Or in Hale's, either. I thought maybe you were teasing me."