Novel & Cerita Air Mata Tuhan

His black and ash molten skin beneath his armor turned a golden brown. Silence fell across the ravine. The sound of clashing swords ceased. No wounded cry could be heard, nor growl or snarl of an underworld wild. No groans or cries of pain sounded as the sky cleared revealing a night for the gods. Glistening stars and a bright moon hung above us. No rain or storm threatened to return. The eerie silence gripped me, making me shiver. I watched from afar as Mathias held his Atma’s body. Cradling Lamia as if she is the most precious thing in the realm. To him, she is.

When our eyes met, my world stopped and I think I stopped breathing. "MATE!" I was brought back to reality by my wolf. When I came back to my senses, I saw her smiling at me. "Hi," she said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clara's POV While I was sitting, I heard something. I looked behind me and saw a man standing. I slowly lifted my head and just saw a handsome man with a fresh grassy green color swirling in his Atlantic blue eyes. His eyes are beautiful. Green-Blue eyes, blue. That's rare among wolves.

She gasped when she felt her heart beating. “W-what’s w-wrong with m-me?” Amira asked but Agatha firmly held her trembling hands. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Amira. You’re different. But it doesn’t mean you’re defective,” “But why am I like this?” Amira asked as her tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. Agatha stared with fascination at Amira’s eyes that were filled with threatening tears. She had never seen a goddess cry before unless during their childbirth which is a given since giving birth to another goddess is one of the most painful parts of a goddess' life.

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

"Trust in your instincts, for they are the whispers of your heart. Allow the love that binds you to Athara to guide you, and you shall find what you seek." Her words served as a lifeline, grounding me when I felt adrift amidst the turbulence of my emotions. They resonated within me, weaving themselves into the tapestry of my being, reminding me that love was not confined to the limitations of this physical plane. During those moments when the world seemed unyielding, I sought solace in the wisdom of Mother Tanna. She spoke of the interconnectedness of all things, of the mysterious threads that linked souls across time and space. I hung on her every word, etching them into my soul, for they r

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Athena Under the twinkling stars, I stood by the tranquil lake, the moon casting a silvery glow that danced across the water’s surface. The gentle lapping of the waves against the shore created a soothing rhythm, and the cool night air carried the fragrance of blooming night jasmine, filling me with a sense of calm. Here, I felt Seraphim’s spirit, gentle yet powerful, enveloping me in a warm embrace, whispering secrets of strength and wisdom that transcended time.

Addicted, vulnerable and weak making you dependent on them for your happiness. Just like her. " Any one who pleased my boy's eyes?" King Titanius asks coming from behind. And Mateo just gives him that fake smile. Looking back at the crowd. " I don't care about looks. You know that Alpha" " The beautiful ones are the most ugly ones on the inside." Mat speaks tightening his grip on the glass. Imagining those brown eyes that he only dared to love in this lifetime. The glass ready to break under his grip.When Titanius moved his fingers on top of his. Making Mat to come out of his trance.

Oh Lord, this will kill me Even if I mistakenly move in my gesture; a line of current ripped me apart in half; leaving me to surrender even before I could start. With low spirit, I gave myself sullen pressure to open my eye sockets. My eyes opened a little, I was squinting with blurry focus while tears shed along with it. First, they burnt due to dehydration but gradually they stabled naturally. “Our Lady is awake,” “Please announce them,” “Malady, are you okay?” “Thank God, she’s awake,”