Ymir And Historia Novels & Stories

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

THELMA'S POV "Grandmother," Xavier said warily. "I thought you were leaving." "I was," Meridith agreed. "But then I felt the dimensional tear. Felt reality break when you rejected prophecy. And I realized something important. You're not the first Silver Wolf to try to change destiny, Xavier. You're the third. The first two failed. I watched them fail. Watched them die because they tried to fight alone. I won't make that mistake again."

There were answers just a few twists and turns away. I found myself back in the office, once again staring down at the journals that littered the floor. I looked at them more closely now, noting the dates on each of the books. They went for hundreds of years, which didn't make any sense if it were one person writing in them all. Iridian has been around for nearly a hundred years, and the Game Master as well, but now I was beginning to wonder if he had been alive long before Iridian started.

Morrigan scribbled on a parchment laid in front of her as the back of her tutor face her, reciting to her about the history of Hymir. Her eyes are drooping down as she fights the urge to sleep and could only sigh silently as she keeps her yawn down.

Helen told, "There are still a lot of things I want you to live your own life with." An enormous aircraft with five pair of wings and lines of curving structures connected from the side of the ship and congregated to the top end, is being used for the transportation to the country of Myrim. Myrim is a far away kingdom from Enchantia, it will take weeks before they arrived so Helen along with Dr. Ashley, Evan and Fernando await patiently for their ship to reach their destination. Meanwhile, in Mayari's head, both dreams and nightmares collide, creating a hellish scene of Mayari's both wonderful and bloody past.

Then, had we never met, we could have mated with a chosen mate, and neither of us nor our wolves would have been the wiser. I explain this all to them, my gut sinking at the thought of never seeing her again. I couldn’t do this for the rest of my life. It’s only been a week and I feel like I’m going mad. “And what about white wolves?” Asker asks again, breaking me out of my thoughts. “There was no record of them anywhere in the history books. If I hadn’t seen both her and what she can do with my very own eyes, I would still believe it to be a myth.”

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

I stammered, but the woman looked at me as if I had gone mad and shoved a basket of herbs into my hands. "Save your excuses, Mira," she snapped, mispronouncing my name. "The Alpha's guests arrive soon. Move!" My mind raced as the pieces suddenly fell into place. Mira? Alpha? The Lycan Realm? 1721? The pieces clicked with terrifying clarity. I did not just died. I had transmigrated, and I've been thrusted into the body of the Omega from the history.

“I found a forbidden ritual when I was looking through the archives the king of the Underworld Ymir wrote before vanishing without a trace.” “King of the Underworld? Ymir? Who's he if I may ask.” “As I've said, Ymir was the king of the underworld and the first devil in existence. He also was the first sovereign, he possessed unfathomable strength, that even the other sovereigns when combined wouldn't be able to defeat him.” “He was that strong? Then how did he vanish?” “I'm getting to that, when I read his journal, I found something interesting. Ymir went by the name Reed, do you recall anyone with that same name?”

Instead, she held that piece of bone and said to Alex, “Little minion, consider yourself lucky. Do you know what this is? This is Ymir’s Divine Bone!” Alex looked dumbfounded. “This small piece of Ymir’s Divine Bone had such stunning effect? It could even push this shark to such a high level?” The Mystic Maiden sneered. “You probably don’t know what Ymir’s Divine Bone is! Such sinful creatures like sharks can’t use a sacred object of the Path of God like Ymir’s Divine Bone to its fullest. I don’t know how it managed to find the bone and turn it into a part of its body, but Ymir is the ancestor of mankind, one of the human emperors. A piece of his bone naturally can’t merge with a shark. I ca