Ymir And Christa Novels & Stories

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please, save the phoenix from crying..." My father said and dragged me with the book, outside our house and went to grandmama's, the Elder Fyre, and just barged in. "Elder Fyre, may you grant the great mission that I, the chief of our clan, has given to my daughter, Seraphina Agni." Said my father who knelt down instantly seeing my grandmama, my Mother's mother.

She also says that as far as abilities are concerned, she has had them since she was young. “I can always ask Crystal to help,” Lymiria says. “Who is Crystal?” I asked. “She is the first black crystalline opal dragon. She is also my many greats aunt.” Lymiria states. The entire room looks at her. None of us knows what to say. If what she is saying is true, then that makes her over 1000 years old. That is amazing. Travian tells her to please contact her. I can see the excitement on Ty’s face. It makes me happy to see a smile on her face. My boys are sitting on either side of her. I am glad that they found their mate in her.

"We get a lot of elopements down here. It saves time and trouble, and you don't have to talk the replicator staff into making enough cake for a hundred guests. Did you two bring witnesses?" From the lost look on Mirele's face, she hadn't even considered that, and neither had I. Before we could say anything, I heard someone clear their voice behind me. I turned... and saw Christa standing there with a man I didn't know. "That would be us," she said with a smile. "If you will be witness to ours?" I grinned. "Of course we will. Can I ask who your lucky guy is?" She laughed. "You already know him, just through a helmet. Pierce is one of the guards. He's been helping me recover from... well, you

But what she didn't know was Krys was an all powerful primordial witch, she knew how to find a way around it. After prodding deeper, we began to see broken fragments of Cassandra's early memories from her childhood, memories about her and her coven. Krys concentrated deeper on what we were looking for, Ymir, flashing through her memories with or about her, journeying to the present. And there, we found it.

A familiar voice said, which made Syra break eye contact with me as she stared at who had dared interrupt her abuse games. I heaved a sigh of relief at who I saw walking towards us. Christy. I didn't know that I had unintentionally gotten close to her, and I hadn't seen her these past few days, as I heard she had gone to some gamma summit, and she had just arrived at the right time. "Ooh, Christy, if it isn't the Luna's servant," Syra said, rolling her eyes as she glared at Christy. "And if it isn't the pack's whore, scampering around, not knowing what to do," Christy retorted, not failing to hide the malice in her tone.