Novel & Cerita Blue Spinel Steven Universe

He started day dreaming about her in the Throne room where everyone left him. 'But shes friends with that wretched boy' Morgan thought, 'Impossible. I shall make her mine!' He closed his fist. Morgan stood up from the couch then paused remembering a small detail about the Earth Triber lady that he had noticed: she had the eyes of a Pnevma. 'Shes a host...?' Morgan thought. Morgan went outside where he found his father sparing with his ward Aries. Aquarius sat on a rock watching his twin brother train with the king.

The pages flew out, covering her bed and the floor. "It wouldn't have even worked, your little revenge scenario," he said. "I'm more powerful than the spell that helped to create me." He turned his head toward her and blinked. Belle's breath stuck in her throat as his eyes changed from blue to black, to red, to yellow and then back to normal when he blinked again. "What the heck?" she uttered, pulling away from him. "People started to realise Caine was harbouring a demon, but I was better at hiding it, and poor Ricky wasn’t even aware of his own," he explained. "But thanks to the spell and your blood sacrifice, the unholy triad now belongs to me alone."

Steven grinned, “now that we are both future alphas, let’s have that spar.” Sean grinned and ran his fingers on his spear and when he looked up, his brown eyes turned blue and Steven’s black ones turned blue as well. They both stared at each other as they walked around, waiting for who to attack first. After a while, Sean did and Steven quickly dodged. They were both light on their feet and fast that it would make anyone watching them dizzy.

Unsure how to turn his Small Thousand Worlds into Moderate Thousand Worlds, Severin lamented, "Well, we can only take things one step at a time." He shook his head to suppress his thoughts and quickly took out the Bluefire Throughspirit Liquid he received from Heath. The liquid was a greenish-blue hue, and the surface exuded a faint layer of glow from a flame. Those who were in close contact with it would feel a blazing hot temperature blowing toward one's face.

His palm tore away from the stone, leaving a bloodstain that was slowly absorbed by the black rock, as if the stone were licking it clean. "Damn it! You were out for three minutes!" Stefan shouted, his face frantic. Siron coughed, his head throbbing with pain. But inside him, something was different. The weave in his veins, his golden threads, were now adorned with two new, thin strands: one pale blue, one light pink. They were fragile, almost transparent, but they were THERE. "Can you see them?" Siron hissed, showing his veins to Stefan. Stefan narrowed his eyes, then gave a slow nod. "There are... other colors. Very faint. You did it?"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Attention on us! Thorne had beautiful golden eyes. "Full sync!" Follow your heart, your Silver Heart, and your commitment!“ Draven looked at me with his dark blue eyes. "Every spark, every bond, every heartbeat—you are stronger than this piece, Moonbound." "Trust us and trust yourself."

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

But as Ava watched him, her breath caught. Arthur wasn't just holding the stone. Where his tiny fingers touched the glass, a faint, microscopic luminescence—a distinct sapphire-blue glow—was pulsing beneath his skin. It was faint, invisible to anyone who didn't know what to look for, but to Ava, it was unmistakable. The Spencer gene hadn't died with her cure. It had evolved. It had passed down. A pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around Ava’s waist from behind, pulling her back against a broad, warm chest. Caleb buried his face in the crook of her neck, his morning stubble scraping gently against her skin. He smelled of cedar, expensive coffee, and home.

But Steven just laughed. He brought Clara back to stand in front of him and gripped her arm tightly, causing her pain. “Listen to me Kitten, I forgive you tonight for not wearing the lingerie I gave you in the damn closet, but not tomorrow night, and one more thing, if you ask for a job? So this is your job, serve me for the rest of your life," Steven said and his eyes which were originally black turned into emerald green, shining and very beautiful, as if hypnotizing Clara in front of him.