Blanc Hyperdimension Novels & Stories

"They started appearing six months ago. Same cities Lin visited. Same patients she 'cured.'" "Cured of what?" "Identity." He sat across from me. Close enough to smell the ointment on his face. "She didn't fix them. She emptied them. Made space for her own patterns. Her own preferences." "Then filled them with herself." "Versions of herself." He corrected. "Copies aren't perfect. They degrade. First generation is closest. Then drift. By third, fourth—they're something else. Something hungrier." I thought of the video. The blonde girl. Smiling thanks.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

***** Azalea's POV I had just performed the arrangement of Fantasia C Minor on stage, receiving lazy but genuine applause from my classmates, and then descended from the stage. That was when my eyes caught a man standing at the doorway leading to the corridor. He had beautiful curly blond hair that fell gracefully over his eyes with orange irises that reminded me of a cat, and his tall, slim figure made it difficult for me to gauge his age. He was wearing a black jacket with sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a baseball cap, a unique combination. I didn't know who is this man. So, even though he was staring at me as if he wanted to talk to me, I ignored him and sat on my bench.

I was staring at the tiled floor, heart thudding louder than I liked. This was it. The window. I needed to plant something. Just enough to see if Max would bite. I waited until he was very engrossed on his phone before standing and moving a few steps away, just far enough to make it seem like a private call, but close enough for him to hear if he wanted to. I pressed my phone to my ear and spoke into the quiet, pretending to speak to an art gallery manager. “Hi, yes, this is Lila Bennett from Sinclair Enterprise. I’m following up on the availability of the Visage & Void collection, the oil paint pieces with the cityscape overlays?”

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

Selene said, I kissed her to shut her up; the second I pulled away, I grabbed her face and smiled, “That was incredible!” I told her, “You really are a powerful witch.” Amber said, “A powerful witch with little control.” Grandfather told her, I stared at him for a moment, “What do you mean?” I asked, he sat us all down as he began to explain, “A half blood witch isn’t too powerful, but still enough to be a little scared of. A full blooded witch, if terrifying and is definitely someone to fear. But a hybrid,” he looked at Selene, “There’s never been a hybrid witch of all three: a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch. Not to mention having witches in both bloodlines.”

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

He opened the folder. “Three weeks ago, you underwent an experimental procedure in Zurich related to your vision. The procedure resulted in partial visual recovery, which is excellent.” He turned a page. “However, the post-procedure assessment identified a secondary finding. A thirty percent chance of further deterioration.” He looked up. “Deterioration that has already begun showing symptoms.” The room was completely silent. I looked at Damien. His face gave nothing. Which told me he had known this was coming. “Jonathan,” Claire said. “Medical records are protected under—”

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

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. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."