Ymir Christa Novels & Stories

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

The star goddess appeared out of thin air, provoking a gasp from Faye, "But you are both so frustrating. Well, especially Emris." Faye swallowed, "Who are you? And where am I?" The star goddess grinned, "To everyone else, I'm the goddess of the stars. But to you, my dear Haemera, I'm Nymirra." Faye's eyes narrowed as she observed Nymirra's appearance, and they went wide, "Who...are you?" "Silly!" Nymirra giggled, floating off the ground and playfully flying around Faye, "I just told you, keep up."

Bynjym says. I hear Cyryl clicking happily at him. He rumbles approvingly and pulls her closer to his body as he flies. “Silvers and bronzes rose to fly Kythyr and Ymyl,” Skylar says. “Kythyr is a strong blue, just as Ymyl is a strong red. Mara was the strongest female in the thunder until Cyryl bonded with you. Being bonded makes a dragon stronger as well, so before Queen Cyryl hatched, Ymyl was the second strongest female in the thunder next to Ylys,” I tell her.

Her question was acceptable as it almost everybody would be able to see the sharp contrast between the beauty and the beast… Odd to put it that way and a bit crude but that was what it was. I rubbed my temple and tried to answer her, “Yesmir is a newly born demon who was forcefully torn away from his mother’s womb and captured by some occultists. They were trying to summon a Greater demon but somehow their spell backfired and they summoned the wrong demons twice…first Yesmir and then Venzara.” Venzara looked at me with contempt and I hastily added, “I mean, Venzara certainly is superior to the newborn offspring of a lesser demon and she has vowed to help us in completing our missions. Yesmir

Ymir Where warmness and bloodless met seen thawing drops, and this on foot fluid grew into a massive frost ogre named Ymir. Frost ogres Ymir slept, falling into a sweat. Under his left arm there grew a man and a woman. And one of his legs begot a son with the other. This used to be as quickly as the transferring ahead of the frost ogres. Buri, Bor, and Bestla

All then seemed to have evaporated into a black hole before my heart pumped me awake. Until then, before I knew it, I'm living the years of my life as the Luna of the Werewolves whole empire, Lumina, only by becoming the Alpha King's wedded wife- a title I'm most shameful of having. But I know that there's still more than what the eyes see. ***** "The letters have arrived, my lady." "What type?" Claude looked at me in confusion while I busied myself completing the reports from the border lands. "What do you mean what type? Are you expecting any other letters except for invitations and requests for an audience?"

Miriyam might be years older than Elixir and the King himself but she looked anything but old. Her long white hair was held together by multiple braided strands by the side and allowed to fall like a waterfall behind her, she had the purest blue eyes that Elixir had ever seen. It was almost as if she had the world in them. Her face and body structure looked nothing older than a 30 year old female in the human age, while in the Lycan age, she didn't look a day over 70. Miriyam was the youngest of all the council, she looked like it too, Elixir could only guess that she must have joined the council board last.

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

Christa's PoV Morning routine carried on as normal, cleaning, making breakfast, going to school, and cooking lunch, being bullied, abused and so on. Oh yea, you may have noticed, I'm the omega of the pack. Let me introduce myself, I'm Christa M. Carter (Chris for short). I am currently 14 years old and an optimist. I am located in the Night Moon Pack, as for why I'm here, well since my mother died when I was 5 years old, and with no one to look after me, I soon became an orphan who was later admitted into an orphanage where I began to work and learn some skills which wasn't as bad but a few months afterwards I was kidnapped by a gang of misdeeds who plan to kill me but instead abused me for