Novelas y relatos de Varka

INARA’S POV The road into Vargovia was not a path meant for human comfort. By the third day of travel, the smooth dirt highways of the southern territories had dissolved into narrow, jagged trails carved directly into the sheer face of the Iron Ridge. Inside the carriage, the air grew so bitter that my breath hovered in continuous, icy clouds before me. Snow drifted through the cracks in the wooden window frames, settling like pale dust across my wool skirts. Every lurch of the iron wheels against the icy stone rattled through my bones, but I refused to wrap myself in self-pity. I sat upright, my silver hairpins tucked tightly into my sleeve, staring out the glass as the green pine forests g

His voice was low and cold. Varek stared at him for a moment, then he burst into another cruel laugh. “Since you refuse to play the game…” He reached beneath his coat. “…I’m afraid we’ll have to proceed with the main plan.” My brow furrowed. Main plan? Varek pulled out a small metallic device. It was cylindrical, roughly the size of my forearm, with a blinking red light on its side and several wires running beneath a transparent casing. My blood ran cold. That's… that's a bomb.

I added before giving Varga a final pat on the head and I opened a portal and walked through it to the outer walls of the castle. Varga is an ancient creature of magic. Bringing him so close to a force like that of the Tree of Magic might break the bonds that I have him under, to myself. His abilities are quite rare. After I acquired the power of Vuitton, it took me centuries to find Varga who apparently is the last Galvan in existence.

"Awww, My name is Akshitha. You can call me 'Akka' (sister). I will teach you hand crafts, dance, farming and anything you like to know. I won’t beat you." "So, you will not teach us with books?" she had a wide smile on her face now. Adorable! "Haha, No dear. What's your name?" "Varnika" she said. "Beautiful name. Do you know the meaning of your name?" She shook her head in a No! "Varnika means a girl with beautiful colors. You can make your world colorful." I told her. She smiled at me lovingly. When I look behind, aunty and Kavi are long gone. Varnika pulled my hands to another direction. I went along with her. She took me to a dorm. There were many girls talking when we entered. The whole

"They taste better than aquar. Perhaps I should've roasted that piece first. You should try it." She sighed, but then she smiled. "No thanks. I'm good with the radiance transfer." "Well, I like that too," his eyes narrowed in wicked hunger. He sniffed the air and concentrated on the sounds. "There's another one in the city." Bellera looked around one more time, appreciating the serene ambiance of the woods. She then followed Lewtant towards the city. She casually copied the face of the girl Lewtant just killed. She didn't think the feeble Earthlings would be able to ignore a Welkin, green-skinned, dressed in crystals and flaring Altarian Radiance running around town. She caught a glimpse of

I was in good shape, so pedaling quickly wasn’t a problem. The scent of damp wood, pine sap, and decomposing leaves surrounded me as I pedaled through the lush Vermont forest—thick with trees, ferns, and pine needles littering the ground. Years of traveling these paths had made me confident in my ability to dodge rocks and tree roots on the uneven terrain. Maybe too confident.

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

Alisha said and Zara’s attention was instantly pulled. “Really?” “I have a friend in Amarxona who works with the ancient men of the kingdom.” “Amarxona?” The mention of that kingdom almost made Zara disinterested and Alisha sensed that change. Reaching out to graze her arm, Alisha said, “Please, hear me out. He is going to help you destroy the effect of the ritual and get you to Mount Hermos using a shorter route. I know badly you wish to go home. So, this is your chance, Zaramanni.”

I asked timidly. “I am Varla,” she replied, but noticing the confusion in my eyes, she explained: “Varla are a small people who keep order in the palaces in which they live according to the will of their masters. I am the eldest of all the varls who live in this particular palace. I have to make sure that it shines with cleanliness, and the food always remains tasty and fresh. Oh, this is not an easy task, I tell you, - Tana chuckled. “I always have to spy on this or that varl if he is messing around or doing something Oher might not like. At the mention of Dakhar, I immediately frowned and crossed my arms over my chest:

The scent hit her nose before she saw him. Varek stood barefoot at the stone counter, pouring black liquid into a delicate crystal cup. His shirt hung open, revealing smooth, sculpted muscle and the faint shadow of a scar that slashed across his ribs. He looked like a myth brought to life — half-warrior, half-shadow — and he was entirely too smug. “You’re up late,” he said without turning around. “Rough night?” Aria walked past him without answering, snatching a cup for herself and pouring the remaining coffee. No words. No eye contact. Just pure defiance served hot.