Cerise Hood Novels & Stories

“This isnʼt any ordinary liquor. This is Yorsh, a liquor made with our secret art and the Genesis Power by the Iustus Sect. “It can help increase one’s cultivation and improve their physical strength. We donʼt sell this to anyone. It is my first gift to you all.” James kept a straight face. However, he inwardly cursed as he did not expect Cerise to have come up with such a convincing reply. After listening to Ceriseʼs words, the other ladies downed their drinks one after another. None of them noticed how a malevolent smile flashed across Ceriseʼs face.

Ambrose smiled, speechless. Seeing him get quiet, Larissa thought he didn't know which to choose. It seemed like no one had taken care of Ross. Probably, he didn't even know how to choose his attire. How pitiful! For some reason, strange scenarios ran in Larissa's mind. She looked at the puzzled Ambrose with eyes full of sympathy and compassion. In the end, Larissa chose a blue and red Captain America hoodie for Ambrose. She paired it with a pair of jeans and Martin boots.

The ensemble reflected the dignified and solemn demeanor appropriate for a princess consort. Given the cold weather, Lily also provided Carissa with a green hooded cloak. Although the hood couldn't be worn due to the crown, it hung naturally down her back. The cloak was edged with white, and the hood had white fur trim, giving it a regal yet charmingly playful appearance.

“What do you want this early morning?” They came all the way from the pack house, about a forty minute drive. “What’s the special update on Dr. Liam’s treatment?” The Alpha asks. “Yes……” Cerise steps forward, but halts, sniffing. “Why do you have a mixed scent?” Her eyes roam around, lunging in. “What do you mean?” The Alpha steps closer. My head spins with terror, breath seizes. I turn back like ‘what do you mean?’ “Tell us……” The Alpha looms.

"It is our mage uniform. It will keep prying eyes off you but make sure to keep your head bent low to avoid anyone seeing your face. I will lead you out of the glasshouse but that is as far as I can go." Germaine opened up the cloth in her hand. It was a one-piece garment with blue and white stripes and a hood. She quickly wore it and draped the hood over her head. Lady Lucia who had been staring at her nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Now keep your head down. If anyone we pass asks you any question, I will do the talking."

Thousands lined the ridge outside the Ember Spire, drawn not by summons but by instinct—by the whisper of something ending and something else beginning. Ceres stood before the open balcony, high above them all, clad not in armor nor the embroidered flame-robes of the monarchs before her, but in simple white linen. Her hair was unbound. Her feet were bare. A subtle smear of ash streaked one cheek like a blessing or a scar. Beside her stood Xavier, in equal simplicity. No sword. No sigils. Just truth in the tilt of his shoulders and memory in his silent, steady eyes. Behind them, in the inner chamber, the Flameguard and High Council stood in solemn formation. A polished obsidian crown rested o

The room was lit up with yellow lights which looked like lamps. After surveying the whole room, my eyes landed on my uniform laid on the turquoise mattress. I carefully picked the clothes. The clothes consisted of skinny light blue jeans and a turquoise blue shirt with only a word "Alium" written in red, where normally a side pocket is situated. I was amazed, all the other school I had been to had hideous uniforms with skirts for girls and shorts for boys. Then there was an another piece of my uniform. They were a pair of black gloves, I was surprised to see them.

“Come.” Hilda took her to a boutique. Keondra happily looked around. “This is amazing!” “Should've taken you to the mall in Kraxuris.” “This is fine too.” “Yeah, but everything is better, and bigger in Kraxuris.” Hilda picked out a black hoodie. “This is nice.” “It looks just like my shirt.” “It's called a hoodie.” “What is a hoodie?” Keondra took it from her. “It's longer than mine.”

Her large round coffee bean-coloured, hooded eyes were staring into space as they drove. Celine pulls the sun-visor down and looks at herself in the mirror, her wavy hair now cut into a short choppy pixie cut and dyed a dark teal. Fi had helped her by cutting and dying her hair after her rescue. Her large round grey eyes, that could look silver in the right light. She puts the mirror away and hugs herself, pulling her five-five frame into a ball, with her feet on the seat. She pulls her legs towards her while staring at the road ahead.

Hidden. Nerisse stood near the window when he arrived, her hands clasped lightly behind her back. She hadn’t removed her Council robes, though she’d exchanged the formal outer layer for a sleeker undercoat—still violet, still warded, still designed to remind him who held the power here. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said without turning. Cassian didn’t smile. “You don’t summon people. You imply. It’s worse.” She allowed the smallest twitch of amusement to pass over her lips before glancing at him.