Novelas y relatos de Carcosa Poem

Although there was nothing extravagant about her, there was an indescribable charm to her. "Be careful ..." When Mariana saw that his son's sports car was about to jump off the runway in order to overtake the car, she immediately shouted nervously. Just because she said that, it immediately attracted Carson's attention. He raised his head, and the sports-car that was running at full speed on the track immediately flew away. "Yea, uncle loses again. How embarrassing!" Carolina saw the electric sports car flying and immediately cheered. Carson was so frustrated that he directly sat on the floor. His handsome face was filled with depression.

One word from me, and the man who shared my blood would be face-down in the dirt. I risked a glance at Cara. She was a "supernova" of silver-blue and white fur, her knuckles sparking with a heat that made the grass turn to ash. "Cara," I projected into her mind, keeping my voice steady despite the adrenaline. "Hold the line. Don't give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose control. He is beneath the storm you’ve become." Cara POV

She asks, lost in his eyes, lost in the soft sensation of his touch. "I'm scared of an ending Even a happy one. I never finish a sentence Cause I fear you will not be there to answer. I never end a thought Cause I fear you will not be in the next one. I never feared death Cuse I thought I am imortal. But you, my love Are poison for the Gods." He whispers the poem in her ear like the rest of the world is not supposed to hear the words, like the wind is not supposed to carry them anywhere else. They are just for her.

“That’s poetic, even for you.” I turned my gaze to him. “Poetry’s for endings, Nico. Not for men still crawling.” His grin widened, but his voice softened. “Then tell me, Catalina... when I crawl, do I get mercy?” Carlos coughed, pretending to hide a laugh. Dante didn’t even blink, but his fingers dug into my thigh. I smiled sweetly. “You? You’d crawl only to bite.” “Would you let me?” “Depends on where.”

Clarissa’s innocence was a reminder of how simple things once were—before betrayal, loss, and guilt had marked her path. Outside, the car hummed along the familiar road, the tires softly rolling over the pavement as the world passed by in a blur of green and gold. The trees lining the road swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets to one another, as if they, too, knew the stories of Eldoria. The wind carried the scent of the sea, growing stronger the closer they came to the coast, and for a moment, Carmela closed her eyes, letting the sound of the rustling trees and the gentle rhythm of the car soothe her restless thoughts. She was returning to a place that knew all her se

“Better to bear the echoes than to vanish into hollow.” Silence hung, heavy as stone. Then, one by one, the caravan nodded. --- The caravan pressed eastward. Cities lit with circles, each different, each heavy. Some sang through the burden. Others stumbled beneath it. Everywhere, the lattice thickened. One night, Sophia climbed a hill overlooking Valencia. From there she saw not just one city but many—plazas glowing with stone circles, lanterns flickering like veins of fire across the land. The continent itself seemed to pulse, alive with memory and pain intertwined.

The Stones wrote a great song about that. Anyway, we spent two days in the city, but we never really left that dim Carcosa. That’s what Camilla called it, you see. She never said ‘Los Angeles’ or ‘LA’. It was always Carcosa to her. She guided us along its darkened shores as the morning sun painted the horizon a cloudy gold. Thirty years on, I still wake up at night drenched in sweat, my heart thumping like someone beating on a door, terrified that I’m still back there in my hotel room. Terrified that I’m trapped in Carcosa.

Their guardians had gone out, leaving the two at home. "For what?". Dave asked as he continued his training. "I don't know but I think it's something important". Carson said to Dave. Dave stopped training instantly and both went to dress up. A few minutes later, they were on their way to Mrs. Angelina's house. "Some say love it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love it is a hunger An endless, aching need I say love it is a flower

“What you have brought, so be returned. Wood to ash as fire burns. I give you back all that you deserve.” The flowers flare bright, burning white hot like magnesium and Carson’s unearthly agonized scream rings through the night’s gelid air. Through the talisman, I feel him push back. At the ends of their roots, the lilies wither and droop. Across the too short distance, Carson looks at his hands, pats his body after the flowers flared on him. “Well that was sure as fuck something.” He dusts off. “Too bad for you. When you going to get it through that pretty head of yours, princess? I’m an immortal god now. Listen, this has all been very educational, but it’s gotten dull, so I’m going to go.

After scoffing to himself, he said, "I only saved you by chance, Ms. Morrison. You don't need to think too much about it." "Either way, you've saved my life. Just give me a chance. I—" Just then, Cassian's phone buzzed. "Excuse me while I check my messages." Cassian took his phone out and saw a message from Vera. She'd sent him a poem. "If I come into this world only once, only to meet you a single time, for the sweetness and sorrow of that fleeting instant out of hundreds of millions of light-years, then let it happen as it is meant to happen in that moment. I bow my head and thank the stars for allowing us to meet. And when we part, it is the completion of a poem destined by the heavens, o