Novelas y relatos de Xenoblade Nia Figure

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.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

In the distance, he saw figures. They weren't drones. They were avatars. They were standing in a circle, frozen, flickering like ghosts. Ren walked toward them. His footsteps made no sound on the mirror floor. As he got closer, he recognized them. A Knight in silver armor, missing an arm. A Rogue in green leather, with no face. And a small, hooded figure sitting on the ground, hugging its knees. Ren’s breath hitched. He recognized the hooded figure's gamertag floating above its head.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Nala could not believe how well that trick had worked on her first try. Late that night, she suddenly woke and rushed to the main hall just in time to see a cloud of smoke dissipating. Without hesitation, she struck. The next moment, Felix appeared too. He frowned at the figure lying on the ground. "Were they after you?" Nala shook her head. "That's unlikely. I have no enemies in all of Dragonia. Besides, look at his clothing." Felix examined the body, muttering, "Is this some kind of stealth suit?"

The figure’s presence was chilling, like a storm cloud gathering in the distance. The young wolves were already backing away, fear flashing across their faces. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe for a moment. I recognized this figure, though I never thought I would see her again. Nyxia. Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and I could feel her power seeping into the ground beneath me, her magic tainting the very air.

“I High Council Elder Alpha Blade will stand by my Queen while preserving those rights and privileges for the Pride when they are deserving.” Though some of his answers were a little off, allowing him a few loopholes within the protection oath and laws unto the Kingdom's Prides. High Council Elder Nami bows her head to High Council Elder Alpha Blade she turns slightly and takes the ceremonial dagger presented next to her by Elder Sora, holding out her hand, Blade releases Xana’s hand to present his.

Once the figure is close enough, they remove their hood and we watch as the figure looks towards us and I hold my breath. Xena!

I'm still watching. And Xenia was on her knees, thank God. No longer bright enough to light the road, the fire sputtered feebly from her hands. I coughed up blood as I stumbled forward, dragging myself across broken ground. "Get away from her!" The figure tilted his head. Slowly. Calmly. As though the blast had been nothing but a gust of wind. Then he spoke again, low and certain. “You cannot kill what was built into her bones.”