Novel & Cerita Books Like Feathers So Vicious

Page by page. the book disappeared. The woman gasped. "The White Book..." "It's gone." The First Reader quietly shook his head. "No." "It has become something greater." The glowing particles gathered around Adrian's right hand. Slowly... they transformed into a simple white feather. No cover. No pages. No ink. Only a feather. Elias looked at it and whispered, "So the Book has finally chosen its final form." Adrian held the feather carefully. It felt almost weightless. Yet memories flooded through his mind.

She grabs the man's hand—who, by the way, looks forty, and walks off. My cheeks heat, and I avert my eyes from their disappearing figures. I welcome the sting of my nails biting into my palms, easing the constricting feeling in my throat. Fucking hero complex. ~ It's four a.m and still dark. The crisp air filters through my lungs as I take it in, listening to the near silence of the city and the chirping of birds in the distance. The small untarred road full of rocks leading to the main road is empty. It will be only a few hours until the road becomes packed with cars again.

Lifting her gaze up as she swept away the strand of hair that had escaped from its hold, Tina’s brows intuitively furrowed– meeting eyes on with that familiar gaze. “You?” She muttered, instantly springing to her feet as she snatched the book from him in the process– her displeasure written all over her face. As if on an impulse, she scoffed– rolling her eyes in motion as she tilted her head away then back to the intruder whom she seem really pissed with.

'Do not pick one of the crazy ones either. Reap System: Very well then... selecting from new ones now... let's see...getting you some wings...and.. maybe..claws.. a little fur as well. Ren stopped and grinned. Reap loved the dramatic scenes at times. A big fan of going big and crazy, over small and simple things at most times. Whatever he decided would most likely turn weird at the end. One time he allowed it to pick, he gained big yellow feathers and a beak. Reminded him of a story his parents read to him back on Primordial Earth. If they were not in a world full of monsters, he would have been horrified at the time.

Blood spills out from open wound. I take a step back as Valdis begins to stand again. He sheds his black armor, replacing it with deep ruby scales.  His scales, are cold as ice, blaze bright as an ever-flickering flame. His chest holds a hearth of burning fire, although in his remorseless heart lays rime much like the depths of his eyes. He lets out a huff of steamy air from his nose, staring on at me. The officials in the room gather in the back. Waves of fear roll from them in large bouts. My father stares into my eyes sending a large bout of dominance soaring through the room. The intense pressure has me gasping for air but I fight the urge to submit to him by releasing my own dominance.

The burning feathers suddenly clashed against the slashes and let out intense energy, and suddenly shattered the feathers from the roots! The purple flames were mostly diminished by the slashes! The speed slowed down as well! Percy sent out another three slashes. He attacked incredibly quickly, and the slashes clashed against the feathers before the beast could even react. The feathers could no longer hold on as they shattered into light, disappearing into thin air! "It's a draw!" Someone shouted. Even though Percy had needed six slashes to disperse the feathers, the three initial slashes had been able to hold the feathers back. It was already an amazing result. No one had been able to do th

He threatened her and she trembled. “There is no need to take me easy because there is no ordinary street vendor who is walking around in front of you. My name is Grasis Celab. I know how to correct your bad opinion. What will happen to you? Now you will know. What happened to you yesterday? Maybe you did not like it. Let’s start it again." She was terrified. The headache was rising. He was an animal. He was the best. He drank blood. How could she avoid it?

Feather is coming out, protecting her human and pup from the faerie threats. "Be nice, Selene. We will leave you out here for your family to find once we take your boy." Feather snarls at the Elders, but they are not scared. The wolf wraps her fangs around the closest Elder, tearing his leg apart. Selene had shifted into her wolf without realizing it. Feather is wild with anger. She pulls the power from their body, letting it consume and give her adrenaline to fight.

“I did not mean for you to…” Suddenly a blue haze surrounded Velsusi, and he began to shrink down while growing feathers. As he did, his arms became wings and his nose became a great hooked beak. His feathers were of a deep black with purple undertones. He inspected himself and flew up into the air. The whole crew stopped what they were doing and watched Velsusi soar toward the silver hawk. The great white bird lifted its wings and took flight. A great call came from it as it flew away. Velsusi followed. They circled in the air and over the trees. “What is he doing?” Termâs sounded a bit shocked.

Ravi Lazy Arsenio unlocked his bedroom door and was surprised to find a scattering of black feathers covering the gleaming wooden floor. He stared at the tightly closed window, through which the morning sun's rays penetrated the transparent glass. The dark-haired man stooped down to pick up a feather in front of him, which felt softer and thicker than any bird feather Ravi had ever touched.