Ymir X Christa Novels & Stories

“Then affirm my belief in you.” To be honest, Myra’s appearance alarmed me, but I hoped that it didn’t show on my face. She forced a small smile as she sat up with violet’s help. “I apologise for my absence,” I said, meaning every word. Myra was the only person who was bearing the brunt. Damian would persevere, but Myra’s omega gene and her already weak body were suffering more.

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

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.

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

--- Xavier was waiting by the door. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. "Ymir," he said. "What happened in there? You were gone for hours." I looked at him. At his concerned expression. At the way his hands were reaching for me. "I met my mother," I said. He stared at me. "She's real. The vault, the book, everything. It's real." "Ymir—" "I'm not crazy." I held up the book. "This is real. And it's going to change everything."

She also says that as far as abilities are concerned, she has had them since she was young. “I can always ask Crystal to help,” Lymiria says. “Who is Crystal?” I asked. “She is the first black crystalline opal dragon. She is also my many greats aunt.” Lymiria states. The entire room looks at her. None of us knows what to say. If what she is saying is true, then that makes her over 1000 years old. That is amazing. Travian tells her to please contact her. I can see the excitement on Ty’s face. It makes me happy to see a smile on her face. My boys are sitting on either side of her. I am glad that they found their mate in her.

A new phone had also been provided for her, though she avoided using any of her real information because she knew very well that she was technically still a wanted criminal. One afternoon, Myra laid lazily on the bed while scrolling through random videos online. Suddenly, she paused after seeing a trending livestream clip that had blown up only a few minutes ago. The views had already crossed ten thousand. Her brows slowly furrowed when she saw the face on the screen. It was Lyka. Myra hesitated briefly before pressing play. Lyka appeared looking pitiful and heartbroken. Her makeup was ruined slightly while her eyes looked swollen and red from crying. “Hello everybody…” she sobbed softly. “I

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

"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.