Novelas y relatos de Ymir

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."

she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls. Massive dragons. Beautiful. Breath-taking. Soul stopping. I stare at the image in awe. My parents told me stories about the dragons. In fact, my father’s bonded had been a dragon. An astrol dragon. Malakar. Absolutley giant and beautiful. I remember climbing on him as a small child as though he was a jungle gym. And the craziest thing? He would let me. Everyone knows you do not approach another’s bonded, but perhaps it was the fact that I was his bonded’s child. I suppose we will never know.

’ Rayna replied, ‘Adley’s going to lose her mind. The child version of myself was dancing with glee, excited to see the Magic hidden within Iridian. I wanted to see the snowcapped mountains of the North, the endless deserts in the West, and the vast ocean that spanned our continent. The adult version of myself knew the risks, knew that I could lose more than my life playing this game.

I thought a lot about my mother that night. Her eyes, her hands, the lines by her mouth when she smiled. I tried not to think about her like that too much, in memory of the smallest things about her. The things that made her my mother, the things that made her Helia, named for the sun.

"Fiachra, a beauty that had graced the land of Hymir. Dancing under the glow of the moon, A mighty sword at hand, Ravens following her every grace. Mesmerizing the world with her might and bravery, A beauty that could overturn a war, A warrior that rides with the ravens, Fearlessly conquering the enemies. Guide Hymir with your comrades that soar the skies, Hymir your beloved land will forever prosper under your watch."

’’ ‘’Teku spores are invisible wall of spores that blocks off noise, soldiers outside Mount Miragin won’t hear a thing, we should be good rescuing them now. ---- Flashes of small lights but in large number are floating in air- something that already was there before times but the illumination from the sky is making it glow and appear visible. ‘’What are those?’’ ‘’Those are the Solas’’ ‘’They look beautiful!’’ --- In between the two highest points of earth; Mount Miragin and Atla, a large construct

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

Yolanda and I sipped Shamayim coffee sweetened from the sugar mills of the South as Jarngrimr whistled a skaldic lay of Freida and Ottar the Boar. She seemed to fancy Hyndla, the dwarven giant crone who helped Freida and Ottar, once her human champion, now in her service immortally like Adonis in Meditteranea to Cybele. Jarnja sang of how Ottar and Freida met:

Sarya replied. Ayla brushed her fingers on the Crystal Mirror, and Sarya’s room disappeared. Her spirit flew above Arvamel, the biggest city of the Snow Elves, built on one of the five islands Nordmar had. To reach Arvamel, one would have to travel to the Whale Clan, built on the shore of the Endless Sea, and take a boat to Storm Island. After Arvamel, Ayla flew above Nordmar until she reached a small cabin in Myrthana.

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