Novel & Cerita Azul Ashengrotto

I heard Levi yell at him. I could see more of the clearing now. In the distance was Ash's dragon. He had black scales that shined almost blue in the light. I could tell he was huge because he seemed so big even in the distance. His body was coiled around a large crystal ball full of dark smoke. "Brontus can't hold it together for much longer. We can't filter it all fast enough either. Ash this serious. You need to get help." Levi's voice sounded so serious. A deep worry laced his tone.

I frowned and Alessandro’s eyes met mine as a confused expression masked his face. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and that was when my vision blurred. And catching sight of my reflection, in the window ahead, I couldn’t help but frown when my eyes turned into a deep shade of violet. My heart raced, and Aurora kept her eyes on me before the compass’s needle started turning around in a speed that frightened me.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

"We're so glad you're here! And I’m Angela by the way” Mrs. Mickelson smiled, her eyes shining with approval. "Angela, dear, go call your brothers and your sister." She nods before walking off. We sat in silence and just as Angela came back with a group of shirtless men each of them oozing dominance and fineness my eyes dropped on a set of familiar deep blue eyes. Shit.

She replied with a smile. "That's huge for you, congrats." "I bought a gift for you to show you my appreciation." She said bringing out a medium-sized box from her bag. "I...wanted to get something expensive for you, so I got you this." Philip accepted it with a smile and opened it, then he brought out a pen, which had his surname CRUZ engrafted in the body of the pen. "I figured out that you love writing because of the letters you send whenever you want to inform anyone." The both of them laughed and Philip took another look at the pen. It was beautifully blue, with some engrafted designs on it.

She couldn't believe she was about to cry. Maybe she wanted to cry because she was frustrated and not because of Henry or Annabelle or something, she tried to convince herself. She picked up her food. "Come on" She said to Henry who was still seated. He couldn't believe their lunch was almost ruined by Charles. As Ashely made her way to leave, Charles gripped her hand. Henry's eyes glowered and in a flash, Ashely saw the color of his eyes change to purple. In a flash, the color of his eyes were back to normal. He pushed Charles so hard, he staggered backward and let go of Ashley's hand.

blaze said with a cunning smile on his face. "Actually yes " Matteo answered not knowing he just made himself the bully prey. "In that case let me welcome you properly " Blaze said with a smirk. Everyone else in the class except for Matteo and Aubrey knew Blaze was about to humiliate them. Under everybody's watchful eyes blaze emptied his coffee from his disposable cup on top of Matteo's head. Aubrey gasped in shock while Matteo remained calm. After pouring all the coffee on Matteo, Blaze stoned him with the disposable cup.

Dante sighed tiredly making me laugh so hard “And the last person to enter the field is the Alpha Prince of White wolf pack” The MC announced the crowd began to scream as a white Lamborghini drove into the field and a blue-haired guy stepped out of the car and damn! He looked so ethereal “That's Asha, my cousin” Zack whispered shocking me, “Wait what? You're cousins with someone from White wolf pack?” “Hmm” He nodded “Shit, that's cool” I smiled admiring Asha, “So who are you supporting, your cousin or your best friend”

"No… no, that's impossible…" Renato muttered as he lunged forward, clawing at the name carved into the headstone. Blood seeped instantly from beneath his fingernails. "This isn't real… Ellen, come out! Stop playing!" The gravestone shook under his grip, nearly toppling—but the name etched into it would never change. Suddenly, something seemed to occur to him. Like a madman, he dug through his pockets and pulled out half of a photograph, pressing it against the stone.