Yuzuya Fantasy Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yuriko was caught unprepared and jumped with both feet, cancelling her suction effect and plummeting to the temple floor a hundred feet below. × Koumori-shishou fought like the nine-headed dragon god Kuzuryū Daimyōjin himself, defending and attacking in all directions. The match had become simpler because Zaterra and Zonghuo were now out of commission; only the Yin Yang Twins, Kosano and Budo remained.

My fingers were almost completely sucked inside. Then Yuria mounted him and used her hand to insert his C*ck inside her. When she had him deep inside, she started a steady rotation of her hips. As she walked, the margins of her pale blue garment brushed my exposed stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Yuria rode atop him, appearing like a soft, massive mushroom that had silently peeked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the protecting wings of night. Her v*gina felt simultaneously warm and freezing.

In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat. The most potent images were of battles—clashes of steel, roars of beasts, and the chilling screams of pain. I saw Lycans fighting alongside humans, an unlikely alliance forged in the fires of war. There was blood, so much blood, staining the ground and splattering against stone walls. And through it all, a sense of immense power, both terrifying and exhilarating, pulsed within me, emanating from the glowing parchment. The visions intensified, becoming more vivid, more insistent. I saw a moon, swollen and blood-red, hanging ominously in a sky torn by lightning. Below it, two opp

Nazu struck again and again, her fists brutally connecting with Hazel's ribs and stomach. Hazel fell to the ground, unconscious and Nazi smirked. Despite the fact that Hazel had been knocked out, Tyr was impressed. Perhaps, Caden had chosen the right queen. *** "What did you think you were doing?" Yuka demanded, his eyes burning with fury. Nazu rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about" "You know what I'm talking about, Nazu. I know that you have no dignity, but how could you stoop so low? You used magic on a red-blood!"

Uesaka said looking at Kazuha. “It depends on the scenario and timing. I don’t think that is it.” Kazuha said while touching her forehead. "Her energy is growing, even more stronger than mines. It isn't human. This kind of power, I felt it once in Akihabara." “Wait, are you saying-?” Ryuki asked incredulously. Rikuto nodded. “I think she is a yeouiju.” “A yeouiju? Sounds far fetched.” Karin said. “Sounds like a bad otome game plot. Can a yeouiju even be a person? Can that make sense?” Yumemi said.

(CHOICES) “I CAN’T STOP THE TIME AS I COULD NEVER TURN BACK WHAT HAS ALREADY ENDED, BUT ONE THING I AM SURE ABOUT, IN THIS FANTASY YOU WROTE, AND EVEN IF I DON’T EXIST IN YOUR REALITY, I, RYUU WILL FOREVER PROTECT YOU NO MATTER WHAT.”

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.