Cinderace X Lucario Mga Nobela at Kwento

He walked toward Kaelor. "Don't do it, Lucian." Aradaa’s voice was a scream. "She’s using you!" Lucian stopped over Kaelor’s head. He raised the iron. He looked at Kaelor. Kaelor looked back. He didn't beg. He just waited. Lucian’s hands shook. The purple light in his veins flickered. "I'm sorry," Lucian whispered. He swung. The sound of metal hitting bone echoed through the garden. Aradaa closed his eyes.

I sigh when they already disappear and I walk towards the mansion. I cursed when I saw the falls that it is getting livelier. This is one of the signs that the Luna is alive. I poured acid to kill the plants. “West?” I froze when I heard Cresia. “Yes?” I ask her calmly. She looks at my hand and saw the gallon of acid. “What are you doing? Did you reviving this fall?” I nodded and smiled. “It will look better if it has good flowers. I already told you that I would revive this, right?” She nodded her head.

She raised both hands for one final, desperate attack — a massive violet lance aimed directly at Caelan. Lucien moved faster than thought. He threw himself in front of Caelan, taking the full force of the blast across his chest. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, blood blooming across his leathers. “Lucien!” Caelan cried out, voice breaking. The bond screamed between them. Caelan dropped to his knees beside his mate, moonlight threads pouring from his hands in a frantic healing wave. Silver light flooded Lucien’s wound, closing it rapidly, but the effort left Caelan trembling and drained.

She immediately bowed and so did her four companions, "Sorry, Your Highness for the blasphemy we did." "Y-You're the princess?" the man who pulled her asked. It touched Luna's hair but Sebastian immediately hit its hand. "Don't touch her!" Sebastian's complaint. He looked at the princess and smiled at her, "I'm Sebastian Chamillet, the most beautiful man that you will see in Magia." He looks like an angel but is a thorny warrior because of the scar on his eye. "I am Cassius Rodgers, Your Highness." the brown-haired man introduces himself, at the same time kissing the princess's hand.

I smiled and accepted the gesture. “I’m Cercei, a pleasure to meet you, My Lord,” I replied with a slight bow. “My Lord Lucian, I am Hugo of the Xenon Pack, it is an honour to be in your presence,” another Lord interjected. In fact, numerous Lords and Ladies greeted us, each one inquiring about me. I had to suppress my disbelief with every mention of being Lucian’s wife.

I had heard rumors of the warrior locked beneath this mountain. They called him Cero—trained since birth, chained since fifteen, released only when a death was needed. A monster in human skin. They wanted to finish me off. Lucien looked calm, too calm. He didn’t argue. Didn’t object. Instead, he stepped back. He was letting it happen. And for some reason, I knew— He planned this. He knew the elders would be displeased. He wanted them to bring Cero. He wanted me to fight him.

Cade mumbled under his breath. Lucian caught sight of Cade, dry despite being near Calista during the incident. He retorted coldly, "I hope you lose your voice." Cade immediately fell silent. Lucian ignored him and headed straight toward Calista. Lucian was tall with extremely long legs. He moved to catch up with Calista at a leisurely pace. People instinctively lowered their heads in submission as he passed. Calista waited by the elevator. She wasn't sure if it was bad luck or her imagination, but the elevator seemed slower than usual.

You have no idea how long I’ve waited. Phoenix swallowed. “What do I call you?” Alaric. The flame reborn. But I am yours now. And you are mine. Phoenix grinned despite the wild ache in his chest. He looked over at Lucian. “His name is Alaric.” Lucian blinked. And I am Caelum. Lucian felt the name settle in his bones like mist under moonlight. I’ve been watching you all your life, Lucian. Patiently. You are calm, like me. But when it is time to rise, we will rise together.

In a twinkle of an eye, Lucian hands swipes my legs off the ground with his hands supporting my back as he carries me like the prince did to Cinderella, his gaze intense and giving “hold me tight.” look, he zooms off. He navigates paths so fast in darkness, swiping through leaves and branches. The figures— attackers are equally fast but not as fast as Lucian. Knives and arrows are sent towards him but he ducks them as if he knew their target.