Blanc Hyperdimension Novels & Stories

Claire's eyes brightened. "Yes. White loved me," Harriet said. "I knew it wasn't healthy of course, and with the demand, you, Claire, were making for him to make you human, it only made him power-hungry. He didn't know what to do of course, so I said that I would help him. I told him what to do. I gave him the right combinations, and he made the deadliest whispers in history, equally making me more powerful. He never knew I was a Steele of course, and that whatever he did to you all would affect me. I used that to punish the Baron, and I turned him to a whisper." "Apparently, I had just discovered then that White, now all-powerful, thanks to the shared powers of the sisters, save for mine, h

She had experienced symptoms like lumps in the breast or underarm area and changes in breast size and shape. Chairman Schweitzer pleaded with Imman to marry his daughter to fulfill her wish. Although she will undergo chemotherapy and hormone therapy, it will not ensure that she can continue to live. Imman, who does not want them to know that he already got his memory back, decided to talk to the chairman. "Sir, the truth is...I already know that you and Lorraine lied to me. My name is Immanuel Gonzales and not Joshua. I am a lawyer and if I want to I can file a case against you..."

Tobias rubbed his bruising jaw as he gathered his feet under him to lift himself off the ground, his wolves; six thickly muscled bodies, began to emerge into the circle of light. "She's my mate!"Ciaran growled, thunderously. "Hybrids can't have mates. They're half undead." the short brunette snarled, half shifted. Runa squelched her fear and jumped out of the back seat to defend her mate. Anger fueling her, her shift was quicker than usual. Looks of shock covered each male face, wolves included, at the sight of her huge red wolf. She released a deep guttural growl as she stood infront of Ciaran and Jake. She lowered her head, widened her stance and bared her elongated canines. Her eyes were

Chapter 16— Dark Zander Seated comfortably in the Hawthorne family estate main garden Delia had shown her, a few days later, in a deep blue colored boyfriend Jean and a tank top that had come with a tag, a very expensive tag among the expensive tagged clothes she had gotten.

Even Judy was shaken by the news. “There is a prophecy that one of these hybrids will finally break free from the curse and bring an end to this war between both factions. I’m afraid that hybrid is you,” Vanessa said without taking a breath. All this new and important information was coming at her at once, with little time to process it. Just when she was about to scream in frustration, she burst out laughing. Vanessa and Judy exchanged confused glances before turning back to her. “I must say, I never imagined you’d be this desperate. Did you come up with this sub story all by yourself?”

He only brought it up as a bluff, a threat. Helen stepped into the room only to see Nathaniel's pallor. "You look terrible. Is something wrong?" The rims of Nathaniel's eyes were tinged with redness, and he looked at Helen. She shared my resemblance, but that was where the similarities came to an end. The loving relationship he had, he had it with me. Our relationship was irreplaceable, or it was supposed to be. His hands tightened around the divorce papers. 'Why'd I mistake her for Ginny? That one-night-stand was an accident, but everything after that was…'

The blue door began to vibrate with a low-frequency hum. "We weren't supposed to fall in love," I said to the market, to Elias, and to the wooden stars. "We were the kill-switch and the virus. The 'Billionaire Romance' was the only way we could stay in the same room without the Spire realizing we were fighting a war for our own existence." The Closing of the Draft The violet light in the sky didn't explode. It settled. The White Horizon, which had been lurking at the edge of the forest, didn't move forward. It dissolved into a gentle, morning mist that smelled of lavender and old paper.

"I am un-writing your 'Right to Watch'! I am deleting the 'Audience' from my soul!" She began to tear at the golden geometry of the Eye. She wasn't just killing a god; she was bankrupted a dimension. The floating skyscrapers of the High Dimension began to "De-Render," turning into blocks of un-textured grey stone. The scrolling text on the floor began to erase itself, leaving only a blank, white page. "**[WARNING: TOTAL REVENUE COLLAPSE,]**" the System droned, its voice now thin and tinny, like a dying radio. "**[THE VANCE LEGACY IS... UN-FUNDED.]**"

Dua scremas "Tommorow is Saturday" Ruhi yells Shit! That means he told me to come to work on Saturday. He took my ten thousand and now my good weekend. Kill Him! Ughhh! SCREW IT! ~ 🥀🖤 ~ "Hell is empty and all the devil's are here!" ~ Esha Varnav ~

(Olandria’s POV) The question stayed there. Not in the air… but somewhere deeper. It was like it had settled under my skin instead of just hanging between us. What should the rabbit do? I stared at the canvas, but I wasn’t seeing it clearly anymore. The colors had started to shift from chaos into something almost… intentional. Dark blues bleeding into muted reds, streaks of orange cutting through like something trying and failing to break free. It wasn’t something I could name, but it felt like something pulled in two directions and refused to tear.