Blanc Hyperdimension Novels & Stories

Two figures appeared out of nowhere and landed silently. Blanc was standing at the front, dressed in flowing white robes and wearing a tall hat. The words "Fortune Upon Meeting" were carved on his hat. His pale face and vivid red lips gave him a striking appearance, and his narrow eyes still held a trace of irritation, as if he had been summoned unwillingly. Blanc and Noir carried out their duties in Netherrealm, responsible for guiding souls and reaping spirits. They had always acted under orders, and nobody had dared to summon them without warning.

“I promised her I wouldn’t harm the cause she fought for. I intend to keep that promise.” Blanc’s relief was fleeting. Before he could respond, flames erupted from his body, their silver tongues consuming him with a ferocity that left no room for escape. Blanc screamed, the sound raw and primal, yet Hound’s arms held him tight, the flames illuminating his calm, unflinching expression. The seers burst into the room, their movements frantic, but it was too late. By the time they reached Blanc, there was nothing left but ashes.

Reality outside the viewport didn't just bend; it shattered. The blue sky and fluffy white clouds of Earth were instantly replaced by a blinding, chaotic kaleidoscope of impossible colors. This was The Bleed—the hyperspace between dimensions. It was a terrifying, mesmerizing ocean of raw data streams, dormant magical energies, and the skeletal remnants of erased realities.

2 years later I am here outside my school, feeling the breeze of the air that is touching my skin. And as this engineering school of mine is near the Manila bay, where you can watch the beautiful sunset, I stood here and watched that masterpiece of the nature. The sky is in the color of orange, yellow, and a hint of blue. Which calms my mind. I hugged myslef as I can feel the cold breeze. I took a deep breath, and smiled. I can’t help ut to smile. Everything is over. Everything have fall in their places. There is no more of everything. I’m at peace. We are at peace. Of my best friend slash brides maid Elocin, and my fiance Elexier. Yes, that’s right, fiance.

HISTOIRE D'UNE VIE. TITRE : LES CHEVEUX BLANCS Auteur : Judi le Romantique plume Réalisatrice : MEAT PRODUCTION Chargée de publication : MEAT PRODUCTION PARTIE 3️⃣ See gusta.__________________ Martial : tu n'as vraiment pas changé toi. Moi: Ah bon pourquoi dis-tu cela ? Martial : tu es toujours ponctuelle ça n'a jamais changé en toi l'heure c'est l'heure.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her.

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

***MAYA'S POV*** My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the glaring light overhead. As the brightness faded into focus, I was met with stark white walls that felt more like a canvas hauntingly devoid of color. The sterile smell of antiseptic mixed with faint whiffs of medication filled the air, suffocating me. A nearby machine beeped in a steady rhythm, the sound foreign and mechanical. Suddenly, it all came rushing back. I shot up in bed, adrenaline coursing through me, only to feel a firm hand on my shoulder, gently but insistently pulling me back down. I turned to find Christi, her face etched with concern, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"