Blue Skies In Camelot Novels & Stories

She and Ethan take António's recommendation and drive to Sete Cidades (the volcanic crater in the western part of São Miguel containing two lakes — one blue, one green — separated by a narrow bridge; the different colors result from differences in the way each lake reflects the sky due to their positions relative to the caldera walls, though local legend attributes the colors to the tears of a princess — blue — and a shepherd — green — who fell in love and were separated by her royal father). They stand at the viewpoint above the crater and look at the two lakes — blue and green, separated by a narrow bridge, the color difference something the mind keeps trying to explain and eventually give

Camelot was beautiful. Adrienne hated that she had to admit it, but as she walked through the city streets with Maren and Elara trailing nervously behind her, she couldn't deny the truth. The capital sprawled out in organized chaos—cobblestone streets lined with shops and markets, stone buildings that rose three and four stories high, their windows gleaming in the morning sun. Banners flew from every corner, the golden lion of Camelot snapping in the breeze. There were so many people.

But thankfully, Cameron had kept true to his word and had not told anyone of the new findings or updates of my case. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the pictures Cameron had sent me. The gala’s ballroom looked splendid, bright colours of seafoam and turquoise decorated every corner, and sparking silver coated as an outer beauty. The hydrangea macrophylla (blue colour blossom) flower was placed at every table, matching with the soft and vibrant blues. I wanted to be there making sure every inch was spectacular. I couldn’t afford to let this go down the drain. I had originally planned on wearing a deep red colour for the gala, however, I was quickly starting to change my mind now.

The Eternal Promise Moments later, the heavy oak doors of the master suite clicked shut behind them, locking out the music, the laughter, and the bustling life of the Citadel. The room was quiet, peaceful, and filled with the silver-blue light of a brilliant full-moon shining through the wide balcony doors. The nite air was cool and filled with the calm hush of the high mountain peaks. Caelum went over to the low table and poured two crystal glasses of wine. He handed one to Lyra, taking a slow sip before setting his glass down on the stone ledge. He turned back to find her leaning against the glass door frame, looking out over the twinkling lights of the valley below.

Blue lay down on the ground, facing the sky, welcoming the heavy downpour. “Red!” he screamed. “Keep shouting, Blue. I’m sure he can hear you,” Katleya said. “Really? He’ll hear me?” Blue asked. “Yes. Who knows, maybe he’s right here beside us.”

“To polite smiles and sharpened knives.” I raised mine a moment later. “To choosing which ones bleed.” Cameron didn’t lift a glass. He was watching the clouds outside the window, jaw tight, expression unreadable. I leaned closer. “You’re quiet.” “I’m counting.” he said. “Counting what?” “The seconds until someone makes a mistake and I can use it.” They had no idea what was landing in their airspace.

Chapter: 23 ****** In the realm of ethereal beauty and boundless wonder, cerulean unfolds before the restless angel's eyes. As he walked down the long, winding path, a symphony of colors danced in the air, painting the sky with hues that defied earthly imagination. Wisps of iridescent clouds drifted lazily, casting shimmering reflections upon the glistening surfaces of crystalline structures that rose majestically from the cerulean ground. Azrael, the Celestial Prince, admired its pristine perfection, finding each new detail more magnificent than the last. He paused in front of an archway of blue flowers and reached out, placing his hand on the wall. He traced the petals with delicate finger

The enormous windows that stretched floor to ceiling on the east side of the building were draped with a delicate silvery mesh, reflecting the light from the cast iron chandelier that hung low in the centre of the room. And Irina was not finished. "Don't you get mud on my floor!" Clutching her clipboard, Sapphira watched as Irina pointed at Beta Declan's filthy boots. "Sorry, Irina." He grinned sheepishly and kissed the top of the tiny woman's head while she batted him away.

” Darius explained as everyone stared at me in shock and dread or to be specific, my hands on the throne arm. Seeing that I saw Darius get burnt, I knew they weren’t bluffing in the least. But how come I was touching it easily and painlessly? Was it because I was the Blueblood? I highly doubted that. I stared at the throne and circled it to come to the front before sitting. The throne seemed the welcome me and loosened up for me to relax. They gasped again and moved backward, murmuring. “What is this omen?” “Am I seeing correctly??”

As we turned down the Las Vegas strip, I started to relax, knowing that we were finally almost home. I squeezed Leila's hand as we pulled down the long driveway leading to Caprice Casino and Club Moroii. It was already dark outside, but the castle exterior was illuminated as flood lights shone upon it, changing colors from blue to red, purple to pink, and every color of the rainbow. The lighting accented the exquisite fa?ade of the castle. I had it built in the likeness of Camelot, designed by King Arthur himself. Long ago, I had found his plans for Camelot and had kept them safe until the time was right to build an exact replica. The outbuildings matched the castle perfectly.