Ulquiorra X Orihime Novels & Stories

he breathes. I laugh. “She’ll be fine.” “Goddess, I hope so.” He tugs the man with him forward. “Eira, this is Oliver. He’s one of the deltas.” Shaking his hand with a smile, I speak, “Hello, Oliver.” Quentin leans down to my ears again. “I think he has a crush on you. He’s been asking to be introduced for a while now. He’s a little shy.” A shy warrior? That’s a first.

The lair was burning. Not with fire, but with raw power—crimson cracks splitting the marble floors as shadows surged like a tidal wave. The air smelled of blood and betrayal. Elora stood frozen at the center of the chaos, her silver glow flickering wildly, caught between the two men who had come to define her world. Joel—bloodied, breath ragged, golden eyes burning with love and fury. Kalen—unscathed, his black cloak billowing, his void-filled eyes promising power, safety… and protection.

Oriana’s face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage as she watched her circle fail to bring me down. Her venomous eyes locked onto my defenseless little pup, Leori, who was shivering near the edge of the bench. Striding over with a cruel sneer, Oriana kicked her heavy boot straight into Leori's small chest, sending my sweet, gentle boy tumbling violently across the hard stone floor. "Think your dirty bastard blood can compete with Quill's bloodline for toys?" Oriana spat wildly. "You're asking to be slaughtered!" Leori hit the ground with a sickening thud, his small voice breaking into terrified, breathless wails. "Mommy, Mommy! Help me, Mommy... waaah!"

Twin dragons with matching green eyes that see through me, into me, yet refuse to tell me what they see. I fling an arm across my eyes, as if that might block out the images that cycle through my mind: Sorin's rage as the ward closed between us; the pulsing walls of the clubhouse responding to my light; Rain's cold assessment and Riku's warm invitation. Most of all, that inexplicable pull between us—the bond, as Liora called it, though she wouldn't explain further.

He had a few things to get off his chest too. "I don't want to hear that from someone who hides the fact that they have a lover," He said darkly. Iori's eyes widened further and she stopped dancing this time. she stopped everything but breathing as she watched him in a trance and Jun was surprised that she was this shocked that he mentioned it. " Excellent!" Said Kujou from where he was standing clapping his hands in delight as his little helper stopped the music. The outburst effectively put an end to their argument and Jun saw for the first time, the distant look from Iori's eyes as she looked away from him...

Her unique flower that has always been waiting to be watered by Joaquin. One, two, three. And the final and fourth destruction is complete and profound. Deeper than the previous three. Even crazier than the previous three. "Tell me when you are about to come. Okay?” It was an order that she had to obey. "I-It's coming out, mmmmnnnnnn, here it is, Joaquinnnnnnn!" And at the same time as Lara approached the other side for the second time, Joaquin surprised her again with deep and full penetration. That's why her world was completely shaken.

Restraining attitude is the only option. Calming down a bit, Uriel politely says to Orus, "I meant to say that he wouldn’t spill everything if I hadn’t used my power." "You shouldn’t let your ego get over you! This is my final warning, Uriel!" Orus growls. Uriel replies while nodding his head, "Okay, okay! Calm down!" "This is taking a long time and you aren’t even drinking blood! If this continues, then you won't live to receive her blood. Our contract depends on it only! Remember that."

It is the one-eyed Beta from the Moon Bar. His face is purple with bruises, and his left arm hangs limp at his side. They throw him down on the tarmac right at the lead agitator's feet. The Beta hits the ground hard, rolling onto his side. Eliora walks forward. She lifts her black boot and presses the heel directly into the middle of his back. The Beta lets out a sharp grunt as his chest flattens against the ground. "Tell them," Eliora says. Her voice is low, but it cuts through the silent plaza like a razor blade through paper.

"You can't escape." Ozul was startled, and he immediately raised his head. He was surprised to find that Solana was already in front of him while he was distracted. "How's this possible?!" Ozul shouted in panic. Unfortunately for Ozul, Solana was unlike Omar, and she would not say much. Instead, her answer was to show her claws directly. "The Strangulation of an Angered Dragon!" "The Reaper's Harvest!" Ozul gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand erupted with a burst of sword lights.

Suddenly I could sense the bond like a physical thing, a glowing thread connecting me to Ares. And I could see what Perla meant. The thread was lopsided, bulging on his end where I'd shoved too much energy through, pinched and narrow on mine where I'd drained myself too far. "You need to pull from him," Perla said urgently. "Even just a little. Enough to stabilize yourself. Do it now, before—" A shadow fell over us. I looked up and felt my blood turn to ice. Riel stood there, his sword dripping with blood. Behind him were at least a dozen warriors, all wearing Tiana's colors. All looking at me with the hunger of wolves who'd cornered their prey.