Yandere Sylveon Novels & Stories

Feudal Lord Zhao's domains are mostly vineyards, rainfall, which has little land to cultivate, relying solely on the mineral trade. She was only able to obtain such information due to her grandmother not being adventurous much when she was young and could not ask due to the unique characteristics she possessed. Silver hair, snow-white skin, and smooth as jade. If she is so beautiful as a girl, she will become an absolute beauty as a woman, but the most striking thing is her eyes. One crimson with the figure of a black dragon and the other bluish with a green triangle. "I don't understand who it was who decided to give me this appearance, did it to annoy me or give me some advantage or maybe

"When I saw you that day, and you showed me kindness despite the way I looked, it kept me here in the palace. Seeing you kept me here. I knew you were the one I had been looking for but I didn't know why that was, until I found out that you were looking for your long lost mate who was named Olivia. I was certain it was me but then Alice...goddess, it doesn't matter. I didn't tell you because I thought I had made a mistake. I thought I was the wrong Olivia. "And then to make matters worse, it was announced that you had found your mate, and so I knew for a fact that I was confused. I knew I made a mistake. That was until I saw her face. It was only then that I found out that she was impersonat

The mist from the amethyst formed a protective circle around me – I was electric panic, reaching for my sword, but I could not see through the amethyst as suddenly, it took the shape of a woman – A Valkyrie. "Don't let your foul hands sully my girlfriend!" came a familiar voice, as close as my own heart, as Yolanda, somehow from the grave of death, had risen. She was seven feet tall, with wings and a horned helmet and battle dress, spear on her hands as she stabbed Eleleth through the heart. "For the honor of Freida!" Yolanda – was I mad? – cried, rending Eleleth open to bleed albino butterflies. He smelled of mold and mildew.

Sonia asked. "She was beautiful and almost looked like she wasn't real. Her skin was pale white. She had hair that looked like shiny silver. When she spoke, her voice was like a whisper in the breeze. I was scared to blink, thinking she may be a figment of my imagination," Zoe replied with a smile. "That is unbelievable. I've never met anyone that has seen her." Darina continued to stare at the couple. Zoe and Ryder must be truly special for them to be blessed by Selene herself.

Isolde and Selene both staggered, their duel torn apart by the shockwave. At the center of it all lay Serena. Her body glowed—not shadow, not silver, but both at once. --- Transformation The First Howl staggered, wounded. Black veins spread from its mouth where it had bitten her, shadow poisoning its silver purity. It howled, the sound breaking the clouds above, and stumbled back. From the abyss, Fenris roared, chains snapping so loudly the air itself cracked. And Serena… Serena rose. Her hair streamed with violet and silver threads, her skin glowing with fissures of shadow and light. When she opened her eyes, gasps rang across the battlefield.

The only sounds Elen could hear were uneven inhales and exhales, which worried him greatly. "Maya, what's going on?" he asked, his voice troubled. "Are you crying?" Although he had other half-siblings, Maya was the most closely related to him because they not only grew up in the same house but also shared hybrid blood characteristics. Maya's wolf was stronger because their dad had werewolf blood and Ashanti, was a pure Lycan, Elen suspected that the reason his sister was calling and crying was linked to her Lycan nature. Ever since she was disgraced and called a freak in eighth grade, she despised being a Lycan.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

Alf was getting on my nerves. Even if Sylvia did not become the queen, I was still not going to allow Serena to be the one. She was a prostitute, how could anyone in their right senses make such a ridiculous decision? Serena is a mere slut who flirts with every male she sets her eyes on. I walked to the end of the hall, Sylvia who was elegantly dressed in a beautiful wine color gown, took my arm and we went around together to greet the arriving werewolves.

"You've grown so elegant lately, Talia. Look at that bone structure!" I watched them from the railing, amazed at how much insincerity a human—or wolf—could stomach. These were the same women who used to whisper that Talia was a common gutter-stray. Now, they were desperate to share in her stolen glory. I had no interest in their games, but Ruby Kallis—a woman who looked like she’d been assembled by a plastic surgeon—decided to sharpen her claws on me. "Ivy? What are you doing here?" Ruby smirked, her pink maxi dress fluttering in the wind. "I didn't think you and the Yoris family were on speaking terms. Are you here to beg Blake for a second chance?"

But something about her felt off. For quite a while, Aeliana noticed Yve’s sharp gaze fixed on Silvanus and Lyra, who were chatting animatedly with old friends. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but she couldn’t ignore the look on Yve’s face. Then Yve turned her gaze toward Aeliana. Their eyes met for a split second before Yve quickly looked away. Could she be right? Was Yve jealous of Silvanus and Lyra? Lyra—who clung to Silvanus’s arm like a snake, proudly declaring to everyone that he was hers and not Aeliana’s?