Yandere Sylveon Mga Nobela at Kwento

That knowledge lived between us like an open wound that never healed. It's been eleven years.. Yet he held his shoulder high like a man with no sin. I didn’t need him to confess. I needed him to suffer. Then there was her. Sylvara. She was never part of my plans at first. Small. Quiet. Always standing half a step behind Aedric, like she was afraid the world would swallow her whole if she wasn’t touching him. An unshifted omega. Weak, they whispered. Useless, they said.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

His brown eyes looked like fresh honey and his red hair resembled curls that were lit with flames. "Sleep is a rarity these days," Sydney answered before turning to Thorne, Penelope, and me, "this is my brother Sylvain," she then pointed to each of us respectively and said our names, "Thorne, he's a hellhound. This is Penelope, the witch. And Lilith, vampire Queen." Sylvain's ginger eyebrows scrunched and those whirlpool honey eyes of his landed on Julian, "I thought you said your mate's a werewolf. Did you reject her?"

“I was made for you. For your fingers. For your cock. Please, Sylas… fuck me with them. Make me come.” Sylas smiled and introduced the first enchanted toy… a smooth, glowing crystal dildo that vibrated with magical energy calibrated to Elyndor’s body. He worked it slowly into Elyndor’s hole, the vibrations sending intense sparks of pleasure through his entire body. Elyndor cried out, pushing back against the toy as Sylas stroked his cock with one hand and twisted the dildo with the other, angling it perfectly against his prostate.

No man stirred, everyone obsessed by the delicious female, her pale flesh only partly concealed by the shimmering veils, each languid drift of her supple body offering added glimpses of creamy skin, tantalising invitations to touch, to feel . The moon goddess had offered them paradise with the nectar, and his promise had been fulfilled. Before their eyes was the resplendent enchantress of Sonia, the moon shamed by her beauty. Unconsciously, I'd come to a stop, and it took a moment more to understand that I have been staring like a lost sheep at the same woman I shouldn't even be staring at. I tried to sort through the tumult in my brain and comprehend Sonia's place in this bizarre scene, but

Evander and I held our hands out and Syliva placed our hands in hers, again she closed her eyes for a few moments, opened them and proclaimed, “The bond is true and fated.” The same result came about for Andrew, Benji and Kane. Dante and I placed our hands in Syliva’s. Sylvia closed her eyes, and within seconds Sylvia had turned her head slightly to one side, she squeezed my hand a little tighter, her brow furrowing. Sylvia’s eyes popped open, pupils blown, her ice blue colored iris’ shining bright. “This bond is different, unique, stronger than the others.” Sylvia looked directly at Dante as she spoke the next words, “You had a fated mate, but you never met her before she left this realm.”

Zenya crouched in front of me, her eyes dazed with subtle madness and hate as she pointed her silver dagger at my throat. “And that, dear Sylphiette, is a promise.” If the eyes could kill, I would be dead ten times over already with that poisonous look in her eyes. “I wonder what he ever saw in you,” her voice came again, quiet, and almost… sad. When I held her gaze, I could have sworn I saw something that almost looked like envy and wist. “I would have been a better Luna, a better choice.” Her face twisted with rage and contempt.

"I am sorry we are pressuring you, Sylvia. We are just trying to process everything. I want to know everything about my birth, that's all." Sylvia's eyes softened. "I understand. I can tell you one thing, though. Ambrose might be a hybrid, but you are a pure fae, making you an immortal with all of their powers. Of course, it will take some time for all of the power to come out because the spell I used on you is very strong and I can't reverse it. But eventually, you will know how powerful you really are." She smiled. **** I had to drag Ambrose out of the room because he wouldn't leave Sylvia alone.

He signs off with SyR. Valerie Storm: Natural red head. blue eye. Silas's fledgling. She was drunk when turned and woke up with her memory blank of the night before- luckily she remembered and took it easier than most would. Due to being Silas's fledgling she has a deep bond with him and shares his hatred and other feelings towards others. She especially picks up on his feelings about Lyle rather easily. Her ability to pick up on Silas's emotions was a power given to her due to her circumstances of being drunk while turned. Her emotions will always be unbalanced due to Silas's emotions around her. Her nickname is Stormy/Story.

She was gripping a silver blade so tightly her knuckles were white, the metal gleaming dangerously in the light. Without a moment of hesitation, Sylvara launched herself off the roof, cutting through the night air like a hawk. She landed with a heavy thud directly in front of Zayla, but Zayla didn’t even flinch. As Sylvara looked closer, she realized Zayla’s eyes were completely black, no iris, no white, just a terrifying void.