Arc En Ciel Novels & Stories

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger

Aerie Academy just declared war. I step forward onto the broken balcony, wind tearing at my hair, Hellebore Mist singing. Above us, the citadel opens like a mouth. Winged figures in storm-silver armor pour out (hundreds, maybe thousands). I raise my katana to the sky. Lightning answers, splitting the night in half. Celeste (voice carrying to every corner of the academy): “This is Aerie soil. You want the sky? Come and try to take it.” Remy steps up beside me, dire-coyote form towering, golden eyes blazing.

But because of the spell, that was impossible. “Arcanios exist in three kinds,” Alistair explained, sipping his coffee in the dim glow of the room where we had first spoken. The curtains were drawn shut, allowing no sunlight to filter in, leaving only the flickering candlelight to cast shadows against the walls. “The Caelites bear snowflake-shaped marks on their nape. The Ardorium have an infinite symbol on their arms. And the Hexling carry a crescent moon mark along the pulse of their neck.”

When the arrow disappeared between the dark clouds, the sky gurgles. Cain is startled by the sound of it. Altarria smiles when she sees her power is working. Bright circles with ancient symbols carved around it emerge on the sky. They are scattered to every corner of the sky. The downpour suddenly stops and everything becomes quiet.

Night vision goggles covered her eyes, and a Bluetooth headset covered her ears. “How does it look from up there?” Warren asked. He and the remaining members of the Arcane Seekers trudged through the ankle-deep snow, spring may have come to Alberta, but Fort Vermillion didn't get the memo. Not that it matters with the town under siege by ravenous dog people called Adlets. Which brought the Scald Crow to a remote location. “We're clear. How are you doing?” air rushed against Therias microphone as she floated through the air. It didn't hide the worry in her voice.

The ocean shifted from crushing black to dark blue to blinding silver. Rian laughed, half-mad, half-joyful. “SKY—THAT’S SKY!” Seraphine sniffled. “I’ve never been so happy to see clouds I can’t even see yet.” Sorrel let out a tiny, awed breath. “Pretty…” Alessia relaxed her shoulders slightly. Kael watched her. “You’re thinking too hard,” he said. “I have to,” she answered. He studied her profile. “About Arcana?”

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• Happy Ending ===== ARC STATUS ===== Arc 1 - Aris the Soother [In Progress - Almost finished] Astar Levi, the cold and asocial heir of a city-state, comes over to the neighboring city of Concordia to get to know his in-laws before his wedding. However, due to an emergency at work, Levi's fiancée makes her little brother, Cordia Aris, take him around town in her stead.

They turned on the fan since the wind wasn't as fierce as they wanted it. I made a cute face with my hair blown back and they took several photos with different pose of me staring at the girls too. The final pose was me in the waters. My hair, hands and face was damped with water and my makeup reduced so I looked more realistic. I moved closer to the waters untill it only was passed my chest. They took photos and told me to move further closer to get a clearer view of my cleavage and hip. After that we were done for today. It was now 6pm.

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