Yami Marik Ishtar Novels & Stories

Liam thinned his lips and then turned to the maids with a light sigh. ''Alright, if she doesn't want to move, I'll move then. Take my belongings to her room.” Everyone: “….” What happened to their king Yama??

Her eyes were hard. “Whoa…I didn’t mean to make you angry. I was just thinking…” “Thinking about what, Logan? Just let it go. She deserved to die,” Marina said nonchalantly. I was shocked at her statement. I knew her mom was abusive, but how can she say that about someone who was brutally murdered? “God, I hate her so much. She was the worst. She made me feel like I was nothing,” Marina said. She wasn’t even looking at me anymore.

When they arrivent at the event's place, there are already numerous audience that will watch the catwalk. They didn't waste any second of that event. She wore the best clothes of the summer collection. And during her last walk, she noticed an old woman on a wheel chair, smiling proudly at her, she just ignored it, and when she got back on the back stage, she asked one of her co-models. "Do you know who that person is?" She asked. "Who?" her co-model asked her back. "That person sitting on a wheel chair in front." she said. "Oh, you don't know her? She's Madame Jac, the owner of our management and JaCreed." her co-model explained.

What better place is there to train her body than the Mist Mountains, where His Highness Yaron Lucian lives, the place well-known for being one of the most spiritually abundant mountains mortals are allowed by the gods to inhabit? Amaryah inhaled deeply and tried to ignore the searing pains of her insides and bruises that she might have gotten from the struggle back in the cabin. She once again stood upright and proper as if the embarrassing breakdown a second ago never happened. Shamelessly, she spoke in high spirits. "Right. Even though I am in a hurry, it is not a matter that needs my attention instantly." Amaryah once again raised her chin and confidently continued speaking like there re

All that stood in contrast to her pale smooth skin and bright red hair that looked as well kept as a Member of Parliament. “First time was a peacekeeping mission at Western Marshlands. Kolik raiders were frequent and as well as a few Birchmen tribes running out for a quick meal.” “I’ve faced the Birchmen, in the Western Marshlands Campaign. They are a relentless enemy.” Likaya stepped closer towards the steamboat’s railing, standing beside her Lieutenant. She stank of coffee and mint tea. “Relentless is a general term, would you care to be more specific?” She asked, offering him a rolled up stick of orange candy. He refused.

Amanda answered absentmindedly. The High Lord daemon was confident that Amanda's answer filled in as a wry response to the Beta's inquiry. In any case, she was correct. Mira and Jazmine were associated with the end of the world, no matter which world they were born into. Two destroyers of the world were at that point in a similar pack. Furthermore, that stressed Stefano as this pack appeared to draw in such qualities.

So she just keeps it from Hikari and checks about it. Yami takes a weapon that he found there and points it at that woman. Yami asks her "Before we go more forward, tell me everything about you and this place." that woman laughed. She asks Yami "How if I say to you that I am an AI like you too? Can you believe in me?" Yami didn't think that was right. although that he is not an AI from Hikari's old memories. Then that woman takes out one letter from her clothes and lends it to Yami. She says to Yami "Before we start it, do you mind to you read this?" Yami didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so he picks that letter up and reads it.

Alex whispered in surprise, then turned his gaze towards Mariah. Mariah was shocked beyond words. She jumped up suddenly and started to shout at the top of her lungs, “That’s Persephone’s Folly Bridge! Why is Persephone’s Folly Bridge of that d*mned monk, Ksitigarbha in your hands?!” “D*mn it, d*mn it! Hasn’t Buddhism been destroyed?! Isn’t Ksitigarbha dead?! Where the hell did you get that?!” Mariah screamed furiously.

The flames cast dancing shadows across Mara’s face, highlighting the fine lines etched by years of survival, her warm brown eyes reflecting both sorrow and quiet resolve. Then Mara leaned forward, elbows on her knees, voice dropping to a hushed whisper that barely stirred the air. “I know who you are, Nalani. The Lynix wolf.” She paused, studying me with new intensity. “I saw the tattoos on your shoulders even before you passed out… ancient marks, sacred, passed down through bloodlines older than most packs remember. And your eyes… silver, like moonlight spilled on still water.” Her gaze held mine, unwavering. “I’ve heard the prophecy whispered among the hidden ones. The female who bound two