Romans & histoires Yami Marik Ishtar

"Anyway, Ayla is my family too, and I want to help however I can." "Seems like we’ve got a good group," Marah chirps, getting up and clapping. "Two big, strong men with a great pedigree and an ice babe. And of course, a little witch with a very vengeful side," she continues, her eyes flashing red. "I think we should be able to handle those elemental wolfies, don’t you think?" "Elemental?" Isabella repeats, her eyes growing wide. "We’re going up against elemental wolves? Do you think they could be?"

We reach the pack house, and I motion for him to sit, but he remains standing, his arms still crossed. “Marle isn’t a Goddess,” he begins, his voice steady. “She was an Original Witch, one of the first to wield magic. Back in the day, she was powerful enough to rival the gods. But that wasn’t enough for her. She fell in love with Xamnir, the Original Wolf God. But love and obsession are two sides of the same fucked-up coin, Nero. She didn’t just want to be with Xamnir—she wanted to be a goddess herself.”

“You f*cking piece of sh*t…have you not taken enough from me? Leave me alone now! This human will not be a part of our fight for power. She’s mine and it’s final.” “Too bad brother.” Zamair’s claws surfaced as he looked at his brother with a gaze Marlie didn’t think he had for the few minutes she had spoken to him; a ferocious gaze, malicious enough to kill. “The goddess made her yours, but she made her mine as well.” “No, go and hunt your own… I found Marlie and if anybody’s mark will go on her neck, it will be mine. Be on your way and let’s not cause a scene at the celebration…we’ve done it too many times before.”

Small and dedicated, the same green eyes, and I bet her lips would be soft too. As I watched her instead of going down to the soil of Italy, I became tempted. Well, I didn't try to hide it, didn't try to stop it especially when I am sure no one would see me. "I miss you, Alita" I whispered, "Just as I hate you". Yes! I hate the woman I love. Bending, I placed my thumb on Amara's lips and caress them. Damn, how delicious it would be if I decide to use it on mine. I lowered my head, felt her warm breath on my face, and groaned.

“He knows everything about your mother. He shouldn’t have come here with you, because he doesn’t have a need for it. Your friend, on the other hand. . . .” She trails off. Chiara glares at Lazaro, but he just takes some chips and stuffs them all in his mouth, religiously avoiding his daughter’s gaze. With that, Amari faces me again. “Your mother. . . .” She falters as though saying the name is hard. “Isabel. She was our Queen. Blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with a Silver Wolf, the most powerful there is. Her bravery and her beauty was known by everyone, and that was how she managed to capture the attention of your father.”

Lady Tamar smiled and nodded she step closer to the throne where I sat, beneath her eyes, I felt unease. Lady Tamar stretches her hands for me to take it. "My lord," she said. I was about to take her hands when the door to the throne room opened and Marek with Iyyar stepped in. "Good morning, My lord," they both bow to me. "Iyyar," I called to him. even though I was still upset with him for neglecting his duty in the palace I can't still forget the fact that he was my friend and my favorite one. "My lord," he went on his knees.

Or Draygons, rather. "Thank you all for coming. I have been looking forward to meeting you since I got here just a short time ago," I started feeling a bit stronger. "My name is Mara Corliss, and I am sister to the one you know as the King's Champion, Erik. I am apparently the mate to your King," I said and winced at the sound of uncertainty. "I am the mate to King Tohrah."

The witch says, and when I look at Ahmya, she growls at me. “Wait,” Fenriz says, shaking his head. “But her spirit is mated to my beast; does that mean she was not meant to be my mate?” Marle shakes her head. “No, Umiko was always meant to be yours. It’s just confusing me as to how….” she trails off, then shakes her head. “I am rambling; let us get this bind off.”

Lynda's friendly smile faded as she leaned closer "I was curious how his Majesty Amon behaves in private space too after all, he possesses the blood of the beast, his body is to die for! Look at those ladies eyeing him hungrily, aren't you curious as well sister?" "If you hate the idea of this marriage we can always switch place, just say it, I'm willing to sacrifice for your well being after all, the rare beauty of Estel deserves someone of a higher noble status than a mere beast" she declared.

The other three men looked up at them. “My Goddess. It’s good to see you awake. Are you feeling alright?” Christos asked walking to her immediately. “Yes, thank you. Please Christos call me Mari. “. “As you wish. “. Christos nodded. Amaris’ eyes found Marco, alive and healed. “Thank you Mari, you healed me again. “ Marco said gratefully. “We are getting ready to leave. Are you up to traveling in one of these things?” Marco grabbed one of the roll bars on the nearest dune buggy and swung into the driver’s seat. He reached out and put a hand on Amaris’ arm. “One more thing. Do you think you could loop me back into the mind link? I am not sure what happened but it doesn’t seem to work anymore.