Novel & Cerita Charisma Myth

She was an eternal optimist. As they crossed the campus, Felicity halted and faced her friend. "I'm sorry for being so cranky, Layla." "No, you were right." Layla raised her hands in surrender. "You don't need to tell me anything, Felicity. It's your business, and if you don't want to share, that's okay. But I'm your friend, and I'm worried about you. I've never seen you on edge like this. And I just need to know that you're okay. Because if he wasn't good to youif he wasn't Prince Fucking CharmingI will kick his ass." Layla's brown eyes were bright with a vengeful gleam as though she really meant what she said, that protecting her friend was her only motivation.

I continually defend, battling Ryder's brewing rage. "Oh God damn it,I was extremely dumb and foolish drooling at your charms. The ideas,they were obvious,they were right before me,the mate bond,the sparks,the moon goddess and your extreme charming features,they all are wolf gifted" she adds, expressing regrets. "Okay Kara,quit the wierd games,what really are you after?" I question, battling my freedom seeking claws. "Nothing much Damien, only witnessing suffering and painful expressions up your cute and misleading face" she responds, earning wild chuckles from me.

"Just for once, make yourself appear like this when it's only the two of us," Damon said tightly gripping her hand that was soft enough to let him caress his face "If I knew better, you already thought I'm a noble. Let me make it clear to you again, El. I'm a commoner. If you want I could introduce you to my family later on," Iris suggested the idea for him to stop confusing her as a noble. Even if she's the only one misunderstanding the situation. He didn’t even said anything about her being a noble but she’s assuming. She’s assuming because that was what Mary had thought of her before

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

“Is Miasma even your name?” Miasma nodded. “And I have always loved chariko. I love that it makes people a little kinder to each other. And I never asked to be a Magos. Same as you …” she held up her hand as Ilyria started to interrupt, “Same as you, Ilyria. My element is earth though. Yours is metal.” “What?” Ilyria stood dumbly, in her head, pieces clicked into place and a strange sort of sense emerged.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

It's a sign that the spell casted on him is loosing strength. "You're right. I can't fight Cassius with the body of an action figure. Killing me is one way to break whatever curse that lycan placed on me." Ryan noted looking at Charlie. "Are you sure about doing something so insane?" Gar came into the conversation. "I'm being serious kid. Don't be so afraid. I'm immortal." "What exactly do we have to do?" Charlie asked with folded arms.

I answered, bristling at Senator Carroll’s description of Charli. She was beyond pretty, and hearing the words from his lips made them sound inadequate. I fought the urge to tell him that Charli wasn't just pretty. She was ravishing, a spitfire with a mind of her own, who could tear him and any other condescending man to shreds. I'd warn him to approach with caution, because though she may appear tame, in reality she was almost too hot to handle. In her eyes she held her essence. They glistened with joy and love even when danger and pain surrounded her. Her beauty went further than her gorgeous exterior. She was enthralling and alluring.

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.