Ymir X Christa Mga Nobela at Kwento

Miren was completely unafraid to hug Kyra, even though Kyra's body was now broken. Miren's heart is full of bad emotions, she can only pray to the gods to manifest and protect her poor mother. When Kyra felt the trembling of Miren's small body, she reached out and cradled her hands around Miren's tiny frame. She couldn't do it even if she wanted to, because Kyra's body wouldn't let her do it. Kyra was unable to do anything but talk. Kyra was acutely aware of how close she was getting to death. Although she tried to speak in a low voice, it didn't seem as if she could get her words out.

Verik smirks. “Don’t you just love it when a fucking plan all comes together? Huh, brother?” Varion chuckles as he watches his brother. “You know what I love most about this? I love that Myra never cowered, just like Vasseria. That’s what made it more fun to break her and figure out how the hell she is healing those wolves from the canix,” Verik says, standing up.

Lara said touching the side of his cheeks before turning to stare at Miriam who had been staring at all the drama that had been displaying right in front of her. "Wait, you're Miriam right?" Lara asked but Miriam said nothing as her face was replenished with humiliation. "I have heard a lot about you, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Lara! Christain's ex-girlfriend," Lara said before inching towards Miriam. She engulfed her into a hug before pulling away. Miriam glared at Lara one last time before running out of the house. How could she ever think she could match up to Christain's standard? By mare look at Lara, Miriam knew she was the complete opposite of the sort of girl Christain would

"Myrra and I… were rivals. She specialized in destructive elemental magic—ice storms, psychic blasts, curses that could crumble an entire army’s mental shields. She always believed witches should rule supernatural kingdoms, not coexist with them." Stella leaned forward, voice tight. "So Timothy has tied himself to someone who already despises peaceful alliances?" Yoona nodded grimly. "Myrra’s daughter will be worse. Hyna grew up learning only power, dominance, and control. If she is now Timothy’s mate…" She took a deep breath. '…then she will push him to wage war against every pack and coven that stands with us." Kimberly’s heart pounded. "Nathan, how do you know this?"

The group goes silent and turns to me. “I’m Cyra Teymoori,” I begin. I don’t get any further before a young woman throws herself into my arms. “Oh my goddess! Of course my brother would be mated to a beautiful woman,” she says. “Hi?” I say, but it sounds more like a question. “Sorry, I’m Wendy.” “Oh, hey, Wendy. Yorick talks about you all the time.” She laughs, the sound so similar to Yorick’s that it makes my heart hurt.