Romans & histoires Zamazenta

She blinked several times before offering her hand for a handshake. "Elizabeth Zamora is my name. What's your given name?" She inquired, her smile directed towards the man in front of her. "My name is Zamiel." He introduced himself quietly, his hands in his pockets. For me, he appears to be a model. Eliza smiled at him sweetly.

Ara was very panicked and approached the Guardian Goddess of the portal. "Where to ... Where did the Goddess send Aranjo?" Ara asked very anxiously. "Danzou City! She was born to be human! Not to worry, Aranjo is destined to hurt the feelings of the weak-hearted humans who love her!" The Goddess said "What is ... was it the Emperor who allowed the Goddess to tell me all about it?" asked Ara. Usually, things related to redemption in the mortal world are kept very secret, because it can change the destiny of the God or goddess who undergoes redemption.

Teresa got off Amaria's horse and stood beside Amaria. The person whose sword clashed with Elex's was a young handsome man with long black hair and hazel orbs, he was like the younger version of Alpha King Theon. He wore a blue military uniform with gold-work thread finely embroidered on it. ' When did Zed come back? ' Amaria thought as she glared daggers at him. “ Isn't that the sword master, Zed Volterra Beta of the Moonstone pack?” Teresa asked. ' I can't believe I almost got killed by Zed Volterra ' Dove thought, she shivered with fear at the thought of her head being cut off.

FLASHBACK (18 years ago). As the little white-haired girl Amaia runs faster out of the forest where the enemy is. She loses her balance, making her feet stumbled at the big roots of Cupressus Tree. Her unbalanced body rolled down at a hilly side of the forest, going down to the river. Before her body meets the water, her head hits the big rock making her unconscious. Her body floats at the big outflow of the water down to the city of Human Town.

“Buenos días, criaturas del caos.” “Who’s that?” Zoe blurted, pointing straight at her. “Why is she… so ugly?” Silence. Three seconds long. Then Maritza’s eyes narrowed. “¡Perdóname, niña demonio?! Ugly where?! I’m an exotic disaster, okay?” Zane covered his face, laughter muffled through his hand. “Zoe, that’s not polite.” Zoe tilted her head, then stuck her tongue out at him. I bent down, pretending to cough so my laugh wouldn’t explode.

No one blinked. Then — Zeyna stepped forward. Raised a fist. “For the Queen.” The others followed. A dozen. Then twenty. Then a of them. Amara nodded. And turned toward the fire. Far away, in the catacombs beneath an abandoned monastery, Dante Romano poured himself a glass of Barolo and studied the feed of Amara on his monitor. “She's ready,” he murmured to the shadows behind him. A voice responded. “Then we begin.”

The anticipation built as they waited, the air thick with the promise of more. Later that afternoon, the penthouse's doorbell chimed, pulling Zeke's attention from the relaxed haze of the morning. He glanced at Damien, who was lounging on the sofa with Eli, and headed to the door. Opening it, he was greeted by Imelda, his old companion, an intersex woman from that fateful night years ago—the one who had shared Eli with him at the club, her strong, less feminine features and confident stride making her impossible to forget. On her arm was Tamar, a woman who looked around Damien's age, with soft curves and a playful smile that suggested she was no stranger to Imelda's world. Damien had joined

He uttered, almost a whisper. I blinked. "It’s not just me, Fajra. The whole kingdom knows it. Because of the continuous chaos reigning in the kingdom caused by the locked up nation of Amare, every foreteller, astronomer, name it, is looking after you." "What is Amare?" I asked. "Your nation." "My nation?" I echoed. He nodded. "Yes. Amare is the heart and peace of Zunumbra. Its constituents are capable of a power that balances the chaos of the nations. "

He looked at them from one person to another, watching them trying to get words from their mouths. They couldn't say anything and they didn't have anything tangible to say, so he just introduced Elle as his future Luna to the elders. Immediately he said this, the elders exchanged a very weird look that looked like they were the only ones that could understand it. They didn't look too excited about it and this worried Damien for a while, but when he looked over to Elle, he saw how excited she was and she didn't even notice the look that the elders made when he told them about her being his mate.

"Isla?" Tears carve trails down her dirty face, looking at me with disbelief, "Zac?" I scoop her up bridal style, cradling her body to my chest, inhaling her scent. The tiny zaps of electricity I thought I'd never feel again dance across my skin as I pull her closer. My eyes rake over her, scabs in the form of symbols carved into her chest, arms, and legs. My chest constricts at the sight of her; varying degrees of silver burns are around her wrists and ankles, and small cuts and bruises color her dull skin. I don't let the thoughts of what she's been through steal the happiness of having her back in my hold.