Yuri Arc-v Novels & Stories

Like he was my friend but he was not and he wanted me to know that. “I am Avara Dimitri, and I was abandoned in an orphanage when I was just a child. So no, I do not who my parents are.” I answered already feeling hurt but angry. “Risorto,” He said and the air around me became tense and wild and soon I flew towards him. “Fergil!” André shouted and I closed my eyes when I could hear his voice. If this ma wanted to kill me, could they stop? “Calm down, I can’t hurt her, I’ve told you.” He answered with an eye roll, holding my jaw and dragging me closer. His eyes looked deeply into mine and swallowed when he smiled.

Yuri said, “You called me douchebag?" He asked, looking at Arina. She shrugged and hastily turned her face from him. She certainly had a thing or two to say to the kid but with all Adele just spat out, she certainly was gonna let it off. Yuri turned his face to me and I knew what he was gonna say.

"I apologize that the Alpha is currently occupied with pack matters; he was pulled away just before your arrival. You shall have to find my company sufficient for now. I am Arcelythe Vladimir Hyde, wife of Alpha Ynovar and Luna of the Veylor Pack. It is an honor to receive you, Herse Gavira and Gavriel Soltharic." I was struck by her poise, feeling suddenly like a travel-worn wanderer in the presence of royalty. I managed a stiff, respectful nod, trying to find my voice. "The honor is ours, Luna Arcelythe." "Oh, please, let us dispense with such formalities. You may call me Arce," she said with a light flick of her hand. She turned with a fluid, sweeping motion, her gown whispering against t

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

Inside this room, everything is completely different. End of Arc 15: Caught

Tamayo took a slight step back as well, widening his eyes at Yuri’s inner energy strength. In terms of level, Yuri was only a beginner at the energy stage. Back then, he had been called a prodigy and had hoped to turn into a master-level practitioner at the age of 30. Big names in Metrocity had paid attention to him as well. It seemed that the rumor was true. That was why Aquilo had broken his tendons! With that thought in mind, Tamayo’s eyes turned menacing. He was going to break Yuri’s tendons again today and make sure there was no possibility of him recovering.

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

GAVRAEL ~ He calls himself Zephyr, and seeing him manhandle my mate made me angry. But my anger wasn’t enough to break myself from his hold and regain control of my body. “Kill them all, I’ll deal with her. I could only watch as he took Adaira away from the battlefield, knowing that she was their only hope to win the battle against his beasts.

“Old geezer, are you really going to go all out?” Kaze was as calm as always. He even smiled and said, “Thankfully I am prepared. I knew things wouldn’t end with me slapping you.” “You little bastard! You are not all that stupid after all.” Yuri wiped the blood off his lips and clenched his teeth. He said, “I will have you know how disastrous it will be for slapping me.” Kaze somehow became Yuri’s archnemesis.

We are both eighteen years old. But more surprisingly, the other helpers and workers here are avoiding Dyrroth too. Whenever I ask questions, the answer is always that it is Sir Argon's order not to get close to his son. Because of that, I stuck with him even more. I felt sorry for him. I could not imagine being alone in a vast mansion neglected by my parent and servants. I do not care what Sir Argon says. I will be friends with his son. I had never met the man anyway. The master of the mansion, Argon Hales, has not returned home for almost two decades. So I am not afraid to disobey him.