Novel & Cerita Alora Heartsong

frikkin wife. I ran upstart and came back to the kitchen with my phone. I switched it on and watched as notification after notification came through.. then it stopped. My place became too quiet and the only thing I could hear now was the darn music that started playing upstairs... couldn't this guy just shut the thing down.. As I continued eating I noticed that the song was different.. this one was slow and it sounded so familiar.. I groaned a bit when I noticed who it was.. out of every song it had to be this one... it was I Want You Around by Snoh Aalegra..

I picked up a shard and pressed it to my skin, carving into my flesh. In this kingdom, even without a disowning deed, a child who cut their own bones and flesh may sever ties with their parents. Blood pooled around me, and the room spun as darkness crept in. Through the haze, a voice filled with pity echoed in my ears. "Congratulations, Elara the Astral Maiden. You have severed all mortal ties. Your astral power will now be fully restored. Prepare to return to the Astral Sanctuary." Outside, an alarmed voice shouted, "Has Elara admitted her mistakes yet? What's that smell of blood?"

I held firmly onto that assumption like a lifeline, one I refused to let slip no matter how fragile. One bottle turned into two, then three, then four, and by the fifth, the moon swayed across the glass in slow circles. I swayed with it, whispering her name, singing it under my breath like a broken prayer. Alora. Always Alora. The door burst open, and I still didn’t turn, at least not until I perceived her scent. Alora.

Seraphina’s steps were slow, calculated, as she closed the distance between herself and Alora. Her eyes glinted with a mix of false warmth and something far darker. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Alora’s cheek, her touch deceptively gentle. “You are so beautiful, Alora,” she murmured, her tone sweet. “Those big golden curls and those baby blue eyes... like a doll.” Alora, trembling, tried to muster a smile, her eyes flicking up to meet Seraphina’s. But it was a weak, fragile attempt, and the fear in her eyes was unmistakable.

Is she here…? My heart goes doom… doom… doom…!

I squinted my eyes when I focused on his orbs. If Collen had golden yellow orbs, he had dark black. I thought I already knew who he was. "Good morning, Shiva!" His voice was as cold as the atmosphere he was creating now. "Alaric!" *CTTO: Love Yourself by Justin Beiber

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

The moon goddess had disguised herself as a human and went by the name Alora. One day, Ragnarok was roaming the central forest as usual when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of distant voices. As he followed the sound, the voice became clearer to his ears. From the conversation he overheard he knew that a girl was being held against her will. He wanted to turn back and mind his business but an unexplained force couldn't let him. He was mesmerised by Alora’s striking beauty. He loved the way her snow-white hair fell from her high ponytail and bounced elegantly on her shoulders. He admired the long loose curls of hair that softened her quiet and delicate oval face.

“Riya Wolfsong, Luna of River Hearts.” And I rose.

Amelia frowned, pausing mid-turn, when suddenly she was pulled into an all-too-familiar embrace. The cold, sharp scent of cedar hit her like a memory she'd rather forget. Chad. He held her tightly, his body trembling. "Amelia... Amelia, you're finally back," he said, his voice shaking. Before she could push him away, someone else stepped in, ripping him off her. The next second, she felt Luna's arms around her, protective and steady. "Amelia, are you okay?" Luna asked, her voice low but worried.