Yandere Sylveon の小説・ストーリー

I managed to finally say. "Now ladies as the men celebrate Ariel and Blaines child arriving next week and the news of the twins...Sylvia what's wrong?" Sylvia had turned ashen and was clutching her sides. Her golden eyes turned red and she started to hyperventilate. Yevette pulled her into her arms and stroked her hair. "She's having a vision." Natalia said squeezing my hand. She must of sensed my distress. I watched as Sylvia breathing finally started to slow and her eyes started to return to their golden color. She looked at Ariel.

He wore a long black robe of a grand demon smith that trailed along the floor, his snow-white hair cascading over it. Behind him followed a woman with violet hair. The Aesir were already known for their pale complexion, but hers was so pale it was almost translucent. Coupled with her violet pupils and an exquisitely beautiful yet detached expression, she seemed less like a living person and more like a goddess statue carved from amethyst and white crystal. From the hushed whispers around me, I learned that this woman was Yul, a young demon smith whom Magni greatly valued. Yul wore a long demon smith’s dress that reached her ankles, slit high up to the thigh. As she walked, the hem swayed lig

"Not today." A voice I couldn't place whispered in the darkness and suddenly I was laying on the floor with Scarlet kneeling next to me crying. My body hurt but the barrier was still in place but I could tell it was much weaker then it was before. "Scarlet I'm okay." I whispered trying not to startle her but she still jumped a little. "Rouge, oh my goddess I thought you were going to shift. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get the alpha like I normally would if it was someone else and I couldn't risk mind linking my mom and him finding out." She sounded so sad. "Scarlet, one if I shifted with you this close to me I could have hurt you or worse. Two I don't know how I didn't shift, I coul

Xanth was well matched with the Khione man, their precise and powerful attacks were blocked easily by the other’s defensive attacks. They fought with both skill and magic, and although Xanth’s magical abilities were limited because of his mix breed nature, it did not slow him down and neither did he relent. Kye gave his all, he had the skill of the sword and the advantage of magic, he lit up his sword in with a burning blue flame that caused a low level shock wave whenever it clashed with Xanth’s sword. They matched each other’s speed, blurring in and out of attacks, their blows fueled by anger and hatred, Kye had jealousy in his heart, he wanted the girl for his own selfish reasons and the

I shifted out Silvy after realizing that continuing would just make the situation sadder. "OMG, this is such a surprise to me! Really?" As Lynede saw Silvy sitting quietly, her pupils enlarged; however, she then froze, "Keira, hold on a second, your wolf seems to be Superior Wolf! It's clear that what I've previously read in literature about silvery white fur being the rarest of the rare. And look at her purple eyes, this is definitely right. God, Augustine will live to regret this." Lyndede's eyes lit up with vengeance.

The air splits open behind Athea like glass shattering and a woman steps through the breach. She’s cloaked in silver and midnight, her eyes blazing like twin comet. In her hand is a staff, pulsing with light , not green like Athea’s, but a cold, ancient white. Sylvaine Sinclair. The moment she appears, the chanting halts. The torches flicker violently. The brazier chokes and spits green fire before dying to embers. “You dare interrupt the Rite?” Athea’s voice is thunder. Sylvaine doesn’t flinch. She steps forward, boots clicking softly on stone.

Rylan screamed, bolting toward her in excitement. But I was quick enough to hold him back. “Wait!” I hissed, my eyes never leaving hers. Rylan turned wild eyes to me like I had lost my mind. But I knew better than to let him go. “This isn’t Nyra,” Sylver muttered, now standing close to us. “It’s her dark vampire.” “But she is—” the words barely left Rylan’s tongue when an eerie snarl tore through the skies. My eyes shot up at the scene ahead of us and my heart jumped to my throat as I saw them.

"Sorry, Ken. I am fascinated by the type of magic you and other people cast, precisely because it is so very different from what I do. You need help from someone who understands what Syrava is capable of. Perhaps your friend Taliesine?" - "You're a treasure." I told her. "That's excellent advice." I kissed my partner on the cheek. It was far too early in the morning to go looking for the wizard. I probably should have gone back to sleep. But Sylvia leaned into the kiss, and I felt the pressure of her breasts against my chest. There was also the constant visual stimulation. Repeated exposure hadn't rendered me immune, or anything near. She was, simply, irresistible. If she was in the mood, I

Sylvia continued telling her about the Titan blood inside Consuela, Heather being a wood nymph and needing the life force from Blake to continue her powers, and Dynasty being a nine-tail fox. “That pretty much covers it; the children are Blake and Claire’s biological children, and Elise is the spirit of the Tree of Life. Ther that covers everyone.” Sylvia said. Francine frowned at Sylvia and pouted. “What of you? What are your powers?” Francine asked, feeling she was leaving out the most important ones. “Me? Well, I’m the perfect embodiment of seduction. Haven’t you been feeling its effects?” Sylvia asked, looking lustfully at Francine.