Ymir Christa Novels & Stories

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!”

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…

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.

“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.”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

"That's what bravery is, Ymir. Doing what needs to be done even when you're terrified. Even when every part of you wants to run away and hide. That's what makes you extraordinary." She stepped back, her form beginning to fade, the light around her dimming. "Wait—" I reached for her, panic flooding through me. "Don't go. Please. I just got you back." "It's time, Ymir." Her voice was soft, fading. "I love you. I've always loved you. And I'll always be with you. No matter what happens." The light surged, and she was gone. I stood alone in the chamber, the mark on my shoulder still burning, the pool of light still shimmering at my feet. I felt the power coursing through me, steady and strong, wa

But she wasn't done. "You fucking bitch!! I thought we were friends!" Christy screamed, clawing at Mira's face once more and kicking her full in the chest. "Apparently not," I thundered with laughter, watching the scene unfold. I watched Christy beat down my wife with interest, and she was quite good. I began to consider if I should assign Christy as one of my warriors. She was skilled, after all. Mira however was pathetic. Her efforts to avoid the blows that kept coming at her were so weak she might as well have been a toddler. But of course I wasn't complaining.

"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.