Heroic Spirit Emiya Novelas e Histórias

It earned him a series of cane strokes from the priest in charge, Father Yggdra, contradicting the look of pride on the priest's face. Training was instructed by Priestess Emeril, the only female residing in the seminary and Priestess of the bow, on Synsahel. It was a weapon Takaris, oldest of them, took to referring to as the coward's weapon whenever none of the priests or the priestess were present.

Ken bumped his fist with Zack and went to his team members, and so did Zack. Ken introduced himself "I'm Ken from the Rodriguez clan but I've never used my powers before two days that's a long story...so I'll need your help, but I'll try my best to not slow down you guys..." "I'm Emilia, not from a flashy clan like you but I have skills in Lighting elements and I'm a healer too...my family has close relationships with some clan Crawford's members so they recommended me to take this examination, I'll help but don't you dare to order me around" Emilia a proud girl with long hair and fair complexion, introduced herself.

"I know you are all in doubt, this is a nourishing tonic specially for women like you, drink everyone so each of you will be energetic when you will take your turn to serve His Majesty. I don't mean any harm, how would I harm you? Harming the Emperor's women is equivalent to treason, and that isn't my thing. I was tasked by his Majesty to maintain the peace in his harem thus this is my way... Everyone who refuses will face the wrath of my sword!" *** An: THIS ONE refers to someone who calls herself or himself instead of his title.

She saw a Young lady fully dressed in a beautiful black outfit, she was extremely beautiful with her pair of glowing purple eyes. "My spirit world?.... But wait a second here. Who are you?". She curiously asked…. Hoping for it not to be another person that would cause something weird to happen to her. "I'm Ember…. The first and true blooded Queen of Witches. And you're right…. You're also my reincarnation". Ember announced to Darcia that remained shocked for a while.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Ember is immediately terrified and clings to me. “What the hell was that?” “Yokai!” Ember screams. What the fuck is a Yokai? *Ember* I cling to Damian as I get an overwhelming sense that there's a spirit here. And it is not a happy one. I look around and see the Yokai in the river. It has its arms crossed and looks pissed.

Eira laughed lightly. "You don't have to thank me! When I see injustice, I just have to help!" As an Emei Sect disciple, Eira had a strong sense of justice since she was young. Ambrose smiled and asked, "Which sect are you from? Are you here to capture some enchanted beasts, too?" When Eira used the Icy Dragon Punch, Ambrose felt its powers. The young girl in front of him was no ordinary person. Eira smiled and replied, "I'm from the Emei Sect. My name is Eira Hansen. What about you?"

“No, Your Majesty. Milandra was killed, yes, but her curse… her gift of eternal youth meant that though her body died, her spirit could never be destroyed. It finds vessels. Hosts. Women of power. And now—” Her eyes lifted for the first time, meeting mine. Terror lived in her gaze. “Milandra’s spirit lives inside Emilia.” Silence. The words echoed through the chamber like thunder, but I couldn’t accept them. Wouldn’t. Emilia? No. Not her. The thought was poison in my mind. I rose slowly from the couch, my chest tight, my jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would shatter. “You dare speak this filth in my presence? You dare accuse her?”

Representatives from art, academia, and clergy gathered in a wide semicircle; at its center, a brazier held a single silver blue ember that pulsed like a heartbeat. Isabelle and Alexander stood before the assembly. Alexander spoke first: “We have walked through flame and shadow to stand here today, not as heirs bound by ancient oaths, but as stewards of knowledge and compassion.” He lifted the ember in a ceremonial ladle. “By fire’s light and heart’s conviction, we dedicate this Ember Circle anew.”