시리어스 Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I think her name is Sierra. Sarn's story next... END OF PART TWO

Alive. *

Wesley’s face fell upon Kiran and the others, and he smiled, “Who are they?” “They’re my friends from Bayville.” Maxwell then pointed at Serena. “This is Serena, the disciple of Saintess Fiona.” Next, he pointed at Aurora. “This is Saintess Fiona’s niece.” “Are you Wesley? The Chieftain’s bodyguard?” Serena recognized the man. Wesley nodded at Serena and smiled. “You’ve grown so big. If I didn’t see you here, I would’ve never recognized you.” Then he looked at Kiran. “Is this your boyfriend?”

"Scarlett." ******

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A younger Seren crying in a doorway. The woman standing there. Alive. Calling her name. Seren reached forward without meaning to. I tightened my grip. “Seren. Now.” Her eyes snapped to mine. “Names,” I said. She inhaled sharply. “My name is Seren.” Mael followed. “My name is Mael.” Silas: “My name is Silas.” “My name is Kairos,” I finished. The house flickered. The illusion cracked. The woman’s face glitched. Her smile stretched too wide for half a second before snapping back.

Clara's Pov Seris emerged from the darkness like a secret given shape. Her silver eyes glowed with a knowledge that felt too old for any one soul to bear. She moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen empires rise and fall, and her presence both soothed and unnerved me. She stood at the edge of the circle of warriors and survivors Ryker and I had begun to gather. The people were wary—trusting me, yes, but untested by the new threats we now faced. They shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, as if her very existence challenged their understanding of the world we’d fought so hard to save. “We need to prepare,” I said, my voice carrying across the clearing. The ward I had woven stil

said Terry . When Eskylrious heard Iris's name he didn't pay too much attention to it but when he heard the word bride he let go of the file he was holding and looked at Terry . " What ?! " asked Eskylrious . " I understand that lady Emily and princess Iris are young girls and they are allowed to have such entertainment but , miss Kiara is your bride . It's too irresponsible for them to drag her to look at a half-naked human male ." said Terry with a serious tone .

she asked, trying to sound casual, “do you know anything about mermaids?” Kiara stopped mid-step and turned to her, brows raised. There was something in her look that felt too sharp, too sudden. “Mermaids?” she repeated, her tone dipped in disbelief. “You mean the water spirits from children’s tales?” Serena shrugged, trying not to seem too eager. “Or sirens. Have you ever heard of them being real?” Kiara narrowed her eyes at her, suspicious now. “There’s no such thing as sirens or mermaids, especially not around here. This is a wintry forest, Serena. Not a coastal village.”