Romans & histoires Blanc Hyperdimension

We’ll be in the same room again twenty four hours from now. I sent the reply and stuck one hard black headphone in so I could enjoy some music. Би-2 (bi-2) blasted into my eardrum and I leaned against the white plastic chair. Shuffling their playlist, I stop when my favorite song, “Spark Off”, begins to play. “Greedily swallows the sun Жадно так глотает солнце Two silver wings Два серебряных крыла Your dear friend will not return

He drowned it in White Noise. ​The effect in the Vermont cellar was instantaneous. Bianca’s emitter began to whine, its amber light turning a sickly, flickering green. The "Static Overlay" couldn't find a foothold in the chaos of the New York hum. The "Manifest" on the glass pages, already blurred by my indigo smudge, became a nonsensical jumble of overlapping timelines. ​"It’s... it’s breaking," Bianca whispered, dropping the emitter as it began to glow with a dangerous, white-hot intensity. "The future... it’s gone blank."

he said "She has to mate and be marked by her mate willingly for the prophecy not to come to pass"he said "What?"Lemuel was shocked,I was too as well,so as dad and Alec "Wait,wait,if she does that,then she'd be an HYRBID, wait what?"Alec asked so confusely "What's an HYRBID?"I asked "Vampire and a werewolf"Lemuel answered "No way"I said "That is it,you're gonna an HYRBID Mera shawn,you're gonna be the most supreme and you're gonna be in the position to bring balance,peace and unity to the two worlds,it is written already"the priest said

The aura inside Le Ciel Blanc turned as scary as the grave. Julian Blackwood, a man who once glorified pure Alpha blood, now no longer cares about the rest of his humanity. A sick obsession with Chloe boils over his sanity, awakening the mutated monster instincts that have been forced to life by Baron Vane's dark science.

The hallway tilted slightly. “I’m sorry,” I said. “The outstanding balance on Eli Carter’s treatment plan,” he said, with the specific flatness of someone reading from a document they have already memorised. “It was settled this afternoon. Anonymous donor. The hospital has confirmed.” I stared at him. Or at the space his face occupied. My vision had done something strange, gone slightly bright at the edges, the particular effect of information arriving faster than your brain can process it. “That was you,” I said.

The moment Rea's body convulsed from the wave of ecstasy, it didn't just shake her body—it rippled through the very space around her. Her snow-white wings, tipped in silver, arched and flared upward like two massive tongues of flame, and in the heat of the motion, that strange, radiant dust burst free from them again. Tiny, glowing particles scattered into the air, drifting slowly, as if even time itself had paused for a breath to witness this ethereal sight. The dust fell around them like an enchanted snowfall—clinging to their skin, to the sheen of their sweat, to every trace of their touch.

"Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him. ...