Ymir Christa Novels & Stories

I could barely breathe, the cold air had almost frozen my lungs, and I barely had enough energy to remain on my feet. "To think I'll be defeated by a lowly creature like yourself, it's comical isn't it?" "Stop all this Ymir, we can all coexist if we want to. There's no need for war." "You're kind Lycan king, you still want peace even after your people have suffered at our hands all these years? I might not be able to see the future, but I can tell that you and Joye will save us all. I was blinded by hatred, and had neglected my duties as leader. I'm entrusting everything to you and the chosen one." Ymir said before he raised his blade and slit his own throat.

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

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.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

"Scarlett." ******

Her curls were a matted mess on her head, and her lip had been busted and bruised. “Sasha, what’s going on?” She cried, her teeth caked with old blood, “Why am I here? What is this place? This can’t be Iridian!” “Please don’t—” Sasha gasped, lurching away from my mom. She stumbled back, but her foot caught on a nearby stone. I reached forward to help her as she fell, but my hands passed through her body. I was a phantom in this world, an onlooker as I watched the inevitable happen.

Amira said "May I know the noble prince or king who has asked for my sisters hands?" Keon asked "King Amir,the ruler of the Vartell kingdom and seven kingdoms" Queen Tarah replied Amira was speechless, she felt like she had been stabbed in her heart, she was frozen lost in her anguish, she was hurt badly. She had turned pale by the news and contributed less to the conversation going on between Keon and his mother. Keon noticed the he paleness of her face, he also noticed how absent minded she had become.

Kaden said with a sudden pause, his eyes lost in thoughts. “Unless what brother?” Kole questioned. “Ymir had a little daughter back then. I spared her life, so now she has come for revenge it has to be her.” Kaden said, gritting through his teeth. I was a lot more curious who Ymir was? And why were they at war with the shaman witches? “So she is a descendant of Ymir no wonder her magic felt so familiar. But either way, she is just one shaman witch. We can take care of her.” Krys says confidently.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

“I raised her when her mother passed.” I looked at her for a moment, her eyes holding more pain than she would have wanted to show. “The maid who told Giovanni what happened to her,” she said quietly. “Her name is Miri. She’s new. Too eager to please the wrong man. I believe this would enough information for you to get what you want.” I nodded slowly. “Thank you.” She looked down at Lysandra with sorrow. “She used to be proud. Fierce. Like her mother. She used to be willing to fight, to stand. She is not weak. I know what I raised. And I know who I raised.”