Novelas y relatos de Ciri

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Shown as the cool wind blew pass her. “Come to think of it, where is Sheik and Lazarus?” A clip-clop sound was heard revealing a lady dressed in strapless sweetheart dark-blue shirt with brown skinned-tight trouser having two Irises of different colors; the right eye, daisy and the left eye, stone blue while on a mystical creature having a fluffy-curly daisy colored manes and beards flowing upwards with a body marginally glowing stone blue scale. Having two large and long antlers on the head. known to be a ‘Kirin’ with the letter ‘P’ scraped on it’s neck.

He had a rich, deep smile, and those eyes held mine cautiously as if intrigued and at the same time studying me. "Thanks!" I collected my sketchbook, plastering a fake small smile. "We take chemistry together" "Yeah! I noticed you" It was really hard not to. He gave me weird vibes. "I'm sorry for creeping you out in class. It's just that you're very pretty," He complimented with a bright brilliant smile. Well, that was bold. "Thanks" "I'm Niko." I nodded, and he stared at me, expecting me to say something. I mentally rolled my eyes. "I'm Ciri...Cirilla actually, but most people call me Ciri"

I've never been so confused in my life. "That's why we want you to find out," Dad says. "What?" They can't be serious. " I'm just finding out that vampires exist and you want me to find out if Chloe's cousin is one? How do I even know she's a vampire? Pour vervain on her?" "Yes." Mrs. Lorenzo blurts, she ignores my mom's harsh stare and she looks at me. "once you pour even a little vervain on her she'll react. She'll wince and her blood will start to boil then her eyes will turn either pure black or blood red."

"It will guide you and show you the right path. Each color holds a meaning—sometimes danger, sometimes good, and sometimes something in between." Curiosity and anticipation mingled within me as I clutched the transforming stick, its hues now settled on a vibrant shade of pink. I listened intently, eager to unravel the secrets concealed within its mystical nature. Clarissa's voice resonated with clarity as she delved into the significance of each color. "When conducting a thorough search, if your Calanmiara displays the color blue, it signifies that there is no danger present," she explained. "However, if it shows yellow, it means the person you encounter is lying. A red hue suggests that som

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

"So you're saying you don't care who you're with? Doesn't matter if it's a guy or a girl?" Hawk pressed. Lilly shrugged. "If there's a connection, it doesn't matter to me. Gender isn't what makes me feel attracted to someone. Body parts can be fun, sensual, but for me it ends there. The person's genitalia doesn't make me attracted to them. It's the person, their energy, their mind. If I feel it, if I feel them. That's what I need. I don't base it on anything else."

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

Unlike him, and unlike Lois, the rest of them carried Alpha Karl’s legacy—blonde and white strands that shimmered in the sunlight. Meanwhile, Cahir sat in a corner, sulking with his broken wooden sword. “Ciri, fix it with magic.” “I… I’m not supposed to. I could hurt someone if it goes wrong.” Cirila hesitated, biting her lip. “You just don’t want to help me. If Cera had magic like you, she wouldn’t think twice!” Cahir snapped, frustration written on his small face. “I’m sorry,” Ciri whispered, hugging him and patting his back gently.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.