Ciel Alois Novels & Stories

But none of that mattered if he lost her. “I am trying to keep you alive,” he said finally, quieter this time. Aria looked away first. “I know.” That was the problem. She knew. And she was beginning to fear he might eventually have to choose between saving her or stopping her. The tunnel opened slightly ahead into a larger cavern where underground water flowed through jagged rocks in thin silver streams. Strange pale crystals lined the walls, casting enough dim light to reveal ancient symbols carved directly into the stone. Caleb stepped closer to one uneasily. “These markings look familiar.”

That is, if I could call it a train rather than a chaotic tornado that I had to deal with. “Liam.” Her voice was gentle, soothing even, and that it only triggered my anger. I turned sharply. She was following me, her expression unreadable, her arms folded tightly. She glanced at the maid stationed at her door and nodded once. The maid dipped her head, immediately slipping into the room to stay with Anastasia. Her authority was one that I could not mistake. Even Claire could not have it if she tried, and she was the pack Luna. Alaria kept walking until she stood in front of me, her chin lifted defiantly. “It is very bold of you to come and speak to me and Aria. I find you amusing to me. I fin

It was very clear to her that everything was getting out of her control, including her two sons. She stepped into the creative department and everyone stood up with their heads bent as they greeted her. Clara also got up to greet and then she took a glimpse of Maria's face. Maria was a beautiful woman, in her 50s with a slim and youthful body structure, she was a replica of Philip in almost everything except the eyes. Maria had outstanding brown eyes while Philip had grey eyes. She didn't know much about Philip's family history, but she knew that Manuel wasn't Philip's biological father. It was a mystery that she didn't want to get into.

Alistair, who approached Maria and Celine, bowed his head to see if he had recognized the pattern on the priest's uniform correctly. "Would this be Maria Fersen?" When she replied that he was correct, he nodded a little in confirmation and said hello to Celine next. Celine also responded with a very polite attitude. After the initial greetings, Alistair looked back at her and smiled lightly. The bright smile created soft folds around his coolly outstretched eyes. Oh, even his eyes were a rare amethyst colored as well, the symbol of the imperial family. "I have heard a lot about you, Priestess Maria."

Glancing over at Dhara, I nodded, “And the Goddess of the Earth.” Ulrich grunted, “Those not here are Briel, Shax, Ismene, Kasar, and Aspen. Aspen’s children are willing to help as well. Cielo has been contacted, but he often remains in his own domain. The last few issues we’ve had he’s chosen to remain neutral.” At the sound of Briel’s name, Rocco yelped and dove beneath the table. There was a chorus of snickers from the other deities in the room. Clearly, his tryst with the Goddess of Justice was common knowledge.

Cassian smiled and slowly responded, “Your Majesty, there is a saying in Aria: 'Enter Aria and do not return home until you have met Ethan Caelan.'” Valerius raised an eyebrow, asking softly, “Ethan Caelan?” Cassian respectfully nodded, his eyes reflecting admiration. “He is the fourth prince of Aria, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, hailed as the most talented scholar of Aria.” “The most talented scholar of Aria?” Valerius repeated, his tone laced with astonishment and curiosity.

He sat ignoring the documents waiting to be read and turned his attention to his two best friends. Allard, sitting on the sofa, stood up and faced Kinsley. "Your Majesty, I have investigated the woman with Abigail's soul. She turned out to be an ordinary employee who works in your Company. The woman's name is Alesya Arshelia Fiorenz from a well-known Fiorenz family. Still, it seems Alesya has problems with her family, so living separately in a housing estate is impossible. far from the center of the capital Lunaris." Allard explained.

Tall. Motionless. Cloaked in armor that shimmered silver and bone-white, no insignia, only that blank, perfect sun of the Circle. No weapon in hand. Because he didn’t need one. Altheya and Liora arrived seconds later. The earth trembled beneath their steps, not from magic, But from recognition. Altheya stopped cold. “Gods,” she breathed. “They perfected him.” Liora said nothing. Just stepped forward. Eyes on his. “You’re Caelen.” He nodded once. No sound. She studied his face. He was beautiful the way ice is beautiful, flawless, sharp, deadly if touched too long. “Why are you here?”

Hector chose the Poison Master factor. "So, Soheila Vespara, the top 1 of the Outer Sect Disciple. The only person who earned 54,000 points. You're the first one in the whole history of the Royal Heavenly Sect." Elder Nathan had a bright smile when she said that. Beatrice Coraline stared at Soheila. "You're beauty is on another level." "Thank you, Elder Beatrice." Soheila gave her a small casual smile. "I would like to choose the Alchemist Factor."

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."