Xenoblade Nia Figure Novels & Stories

Zara stumbled, Elias catching her arm just in time. “What’s happening?” Zara gasped. The figure raised a hand, and the shadows seemed to obey, swirling toward the Nexus. “The Nexus is a key, and the lock lies here. But it requires a sacrifice.” Kael lunged forward, his blade aimed at the figure. “Stay away from her!” The figure flicked their wrist, and Kael was thrown back by an invisible force, slamming into the wall with a groan. “Kael!” Zara cried, her voice breaking.

Xenia's words hit Nadia like a tidal wave, making her body tremble slightly, but she concealed it immediately. "Sister, you look quite pale. Are you feeling alright?" Xenia inquired once more, a deceitful smile stretched across her face, the corners of her lips twitching with pretense as she briefly met Nadia's gaze. Nadia, fully aware of Xenia's ulterior motives, couldn’t help but smirk. With a shrug, she turned to Ivan, amusement dancing in her eyes as she demanded, her eyes fixed on Xenia's face.

‘Carry on wishing, it was my dick that did the fucking job and you can’t even fucking be sure of that. He always fucking annoyed me. ‘Yeah, but I use mini-Kian better.’ I blocked him off. Seriously? I watched Xendaya hold out Niko’s elven blade that she had hidden under her top, before glaring at both Niko and Morgana then stomping off to the far end of the garden.

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

Riana smiled, and with Alpha Diego by her side, she set off for home. So when Riana decided to go down and investigate for herself, she was surprised to see the strange figure that was Alpha Diego. His features were as described - a long beard, wild eyes, and a face full of hair. But what surprised her the most was the look of sadness mixed with anger that he wore on his face.

BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

Whatever they did to him was less than he deserved. The rest of the journey was more or less without events. As news of Nio and his deeds spread, whoever met them on the road made way in a hurry. Nia was easy to spot, a handsome elf with reddish blond hair and with a large scar starting at his left temple and ending just below his ear. Plus, the human and the goblin with him were a dead giveaway.

Behind the walls of the room, Bellona and Nevan were seen now facing each other, waiting for the certainty that was in him—Nevan. "I'll explain everything," Nevan said, looking down. In a rather scary situation, Bellona seemed to be breaking out in a cold sweat floating in a narrow room. A warehouse for storing goods, Nevan even shows the scary side of his Gumiho figure. Sharp fangs, long nails, red eyes, so that you can see the nine tails swinging behind his buttocks. "Hoh?! Nevan,” complained of Bellona, ​​now feeling scared. He stepped back again, slowly closing his mouth until it was pressed against the edge of the wall.

Aarshon told him as he took a seat beside Nix. “That spells bad news if they have a third. Nothing good will come of this. If they want to do something horrible, they will. Xylia is in trouble, and without her knight, they might get her to do it.” Xylia sighed as she created a hot pink fairy, letting it sink through the floor. With a smile, she drew a lime green wolf. The wolf was the last one she drew before the hag noticed the colors. “What are you doing?” Zombie Bitch asked as she moved across the room.

“For Elyra.” The Void Star’s core surges from crystal depths, claws of shadow slashing, eyes hollow voids, hum rattling bone. Its crystalline heart pulses, shadow-coils writhing within, screech splitting stone. The new figure—Nyxara—raises their blade, hymn aligning with the Void Star’s, eyes glinting. “It rises,” they murmur, void-runes flaring. Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the Void Star’s core, crystalline, tied to her orb, its light the key. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice urgent. “It’s now!” I shield her, blade striking shadow-claws, sparks searing, Lena’s spark surging, hymn steady.