Novelas y relatos de Ymir

Ryan asked as he knelt in front of him. “Very smart” “Aura, where is….” His voice trailed off as he entered the living room and the pair of six eyes flew to him. “Oh wow” Ryan snickered as he stood up beside her and elbowed sister before winking at her “Hey, you must be Ryan” “Ryan, this is Malcolm Hart. He is my boss and Liam’s dad and Malcolm this is my brother” Ryan’s eyes opened wide, like the Malcolm Hart he knew? He didn’t know that his sister knew such a famous businessman.

He got himself in the jar; ' Move ' the words formed on the surface of the jar; Maya balanced her trembling self as she sneaked out of the campus, entering the house she went straight to the bedroom to check if Ash was awake by any chance but he was not. Taking a breath of relief; She kept the jar in the middle of the house as the fog started to appear in front of her once again; Roy took the human formats he looked at Maya. Taking a few steps close to Maya; he looked at her; " Where is that man? " He asked. Too shaken to answer him Maya pointed towards the bedroom; Roy nodded; " you have to wait until the next new moon, on the new moon I will possess his body totally, " Roy said.

“Do forgive me, but I didn’t catch your name earlier.” She blushes. “I am sorry, I am so used to Rex, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Princess Iris.” Hector is surprised and bows. “I am sorry, Your Highness. I didn’t know you were a royal,” says Hector. Rex laughs. “It’s fine, Hector, you didn’t know, and Iris isn’t one for titles. Just respect the queen and we will be fine,” orders Rex. Ruby and Ash join the group a few moments later. Ruby sits next to Hector and Ash sits next to Ruby.

The sun was shining making the day warm. Kyle stood tall with his gaze fixed on his pack below him. His bright blue eyes shined with promise. As an Alpha he was trained in many different ways to ensure his pack growth and the art of obtaining information throughout many different battles against wild rouges.

She raised her hand, her wolf—a russet female named Ember, named after Mara’s companion—howling beside her, the sound echoing through the clearing, the firelight casting a golden glow on her face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared memory. Kael smiled, her brown eyes glowing with pride, her voice soft but clear, the firelight illuminating her face, the warmth of the clearing a mirror to the passion in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “You’ll write your own legends, Lyra,” she said, her white hair catching the sunlight, the flame pendant around her neck gleaming, the sunlight dancing on her face, the clearing a hav

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

A position that allowed me to view it clearly, whether I was working at my desk or lounging in bed. The Moonmirror was one of the most expensive things I had ever purchased. A rare, nearly extinct relic from the Yurellian age. I rarely put it to use. Pouring the sacred water that came with it into a shallow ceremonial bowl, I dipped the mooncloth in and wiped away the fine layer of dust that had settled on the mirror’s surface. Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.”

A rhythmic, high-frequency resonance was pulsing from the lunar surface, a celestial twin to the Stone Sister’s heartbeat that only she could detect. "She isn't alone, Daddy," Maya whispered through the pack link, her voice sounding like a bell in a high wind. "The Stone Sister has a twin in the sky. It is a dormant resonance, waking up because we reignited the Cradle. It is a call for the next shift."

With no mood to keep resting, I began setting up my new home and carefully planning my next steps. The area around Mokin Port was noisy, but strangely, housing prices were extremely high—likely tied to the port crowd’s preference for liveliness. On the busiest street near the docks stood a massive workshop: the Mokin branch of Mimir Alchemy Workshop. Mimir was the God of Wisdom, even older than Odin. He had always been someone I deeply admired, one of the earliest gods to awaken in Vanaheim. Strictly speaking, he was a divine metalsmith, but he was also highly skilled in alchemy, contributing greatly to the internal development of the Vana tribe.

"But I'm not leaving you. Not now. Not ever." I closed my eyes, feeling the tears burn behind my lids. "I can't lose him," I whispered. "I can't lose either of you." "You won't." He pressed his forehead against mine. "I promise you, Ymir. You won't." --- The ritual site was deep in the forest, a clearing surrounded by ancient pines. The ground was soft with fallen needles, the air thick with the scent of earth and pine. The moon was rising, casting silver light across the grass.