Uraraka Quirk Awakening Novels & Stories

* *Pow* *Bash! "The abilities gained from refining skills or techniques until they transcend the limits of ordinary humans, when triggered, will cause an aura to cover the body or part of the body. When facing this type of Sika user, one thing to be aware of is the moves they use, like Yu's 'Muay Amara'. If you can't find a way to restrict their body movement, it's best to avoid fighting them."

So in the first place, it was all because she had her family status, not because she looked like a boy or was the slightest bit attractive in his eyes? Arai lowered her head sadly, and her expression darkened realizing the truth. For some reason, this saddened her more than she thought. But suddenly... CRACK! At that moment, everyone didn't realize that something was broken in Zaha's head. No one noticed, but in that second, Zaha silently experienced in the midst of his anger.

“The Moon Goddess. And you, my dear Aurora, are my daughter.” I stepped back, feeling confused by what she said. “That can't be true,” I stuttered. “My parents are dead. I grew up all alone, living a terrible life until-” “Until you met your mate and your true nature begins to awaken,” Amara finished for me. She approached slowly, giving me time to process. She gently cradled my face with her hands. Upon her touch, a warm feeling rushed over me. It felt like I had just come back home. A piece of me that I didn't realize was gone had suddenly come back.

SOMETHING ticklish behind Ara's ear woke her up from her slumber. She's greeted by a handsome soft smile with a pretty white set of teeth. Grayish eyes peering down her morning face. Suddenly aware of her morning stars she covered her face. Her breath must have stunk too! "Why are you covering your face?" Vanluke asked grinning. Damn it, why does he look like a supermodel so early in the morning while she probably looks more like a zombie who just came out of a grave.

Lila spat, though her voice felt small, fragile. “Am I not?” Arika cooed. “Tell me then, how does it feel to fail them again? To play hero and end up in a coma, while I dance through your memories like strings on a harp?” Lila turned in every direction, trying to find her. “Show yourself!” The darkness split. Arika stepped forward. Her body shimmered unnaturally, wrapped in deep violet armor. Her face glowed with unnatural beauty—uncanny and wrong—like someone had painted perfection over a corpse. Her eyes gleamed a molten red, and her lips twisted into a delighted sneer.

Lucia trailed behind, a smirk painted across her lips as she gestured mockingly at the scorched remains of what had been Serena’s pyre. Serena felt the fire flare in her chest, hotter, hungrier. Rage and survival intertwined, fusing into something raw, pure, unstoppable. She stepped forward, careful, silent, a shadow among shadows. Her first movement made a twig snap, and she froze. The scouts turned, eyes widening at the ghost they did not yet recognize. Serena’s hands lifted instinctively, the flames answering her unspoken command.

The ancient being had not split because it wanted power. It split because one part of itself chose individuality over unity. One part chose identity. Freedom. Selfhood. And now— That same fragment lived inside her child. The silver abyss below began rising. Not metaphorically. Physically. Something massive moved upward through the light beneath the chamber. Slow. Enormous. Awakening. Marcus backed away instinctively. “Nope.” Garrick’s expression darkened. “That thing is coming up here.” Ronan’s claws extended fully as he positioned himself in front of Aria.

You are my destiny, my strength, and my blood. I shook my head, feeling a wave of disbelief. "No, my name is Melissa. A frail wolf incapable of protecting her family or herself. The Silver Luna took a step toward me and touched my shoulder. Her touch was soothing and cool. "You underestimate how much more you are. You have always possessed my power, only waiting to be released. However, enormous power also carries a great deal of responsibility. Are you prepared to put up with it? My heart thumping, I hesitated. Could I take this? Could I develop into a powerful person who could defend myself?

This book was mostly about the Deimos line: How our line had moved away first and had been one of the strongest, conquering many lands and spreading our territory far and fast. The Deimos line was gifted with the ability of speed, to see the future, a sixth sense and the ability to foresee disaster. Traits that Kiara held, being a blessed wolf. Along with the Deimos traits and abilities, Kiara also had the Asheton ability, the gift of healing.

SHIT! Everything is starting to make sense now. The only part that I haven’t been able to figure out is what my father’s end prize is. He can’t be stupid enough to think that he can rule over all the werewolf world. Right. SHIT! Through my mind link, I call out to the one person who can hopefully help. “Beta Malcolm. I need to see you right away. I need your help.” ***