Ciri Novels & Stories

12: damaged people attract damaged people. × Love- Love is crazy. Because there's hardly any difference. × Juliet Robert's crazy was coincidentally playing as he looked out of the bus with a fatigued smile. Both their excitement grew as he finally crossed into Zurich- 'Katharina'

The tattoos were quite intriguing. ‘This guy is really big' Kimberly thought to herself, not taking her eyes off his large biceps. He eyed her suspiciously. She couldn’t help but swallow hard from fear because the person standing before her looked powerful, there was no denying that, but what caught her attention the most in all of his features were his captivating grey eyes, she couldn’t help but get lost in them. Kimberly gazed at the stranger’s eyes then she noticed that they flickered from grey to yellow and then back to grey. She flinched away in fear, wondering what the hell just happened. It seems she was slowly imagining things or probably starting to go crazy.

- I blow the whistle in my hands, making a shrill noise. -Where did you get that whistle- Kilian asks in confusion. - A wizard never reveals his secrets, no offense William- I look at the blond with lilac eyes who makes a gesture - And now mangy mutts and warlock I want fifty push-ups!- I use the whistle again. -You look hot when you get dominant- I roll my eyes annoyed by the mere existence of this being and his comments.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

"Lorenzo." Lorenzo smiled rolling his eyes. "How do you always know it's me?" He asked walking in the room pulling a chair from the corner of the room and sat down. Bonnie just shook her head, lowering her head. Embarrassed to admit that she has memorised his scent. Cigarettes, that she still wants to know the name of and cologne with a hint of mint on his breath. Lorenzo's striking blue eyes switched to Grace. "How are you?" He asked. Grace nodded, "I'm alright, just a little tired." She said.

Harry didn't have sanitary products. It was evening already and the stars were already in play, Maria walked into the nearest convenience store she could find. Forgetting she had a reputation to uphold or hide, she had done carefree without a mask or anything to cover her face with. Who knew fame came with a never-ending game of hide and seek? Whispers ensued wherever she walked by, followed by skin-pricking stares and eyes full of pity. It was nighttime already but the USA had lights enough to tackle the sun. The cashier in particular had thrown her an 'I feel pity for you' stare as she registered what Maria bought. What was happening? It was okay if they recognized her but that stare, it m

As I read over the various numbers and data lines, I realized very quickly that I hardly understood any of it. "What does any of this mean?" I asked. It wasn't just the statistics that I didn't understand, I couldn't comprehend the entire situation. I'm not a Lycanthrope, I'm not a Lycanthrope, I kept repeating in my head. The doctor walked over and began to point to various horizontal columns on the chart. "We did a blood panel," he told me. "We can determine Lycanthropy by reading the levels of hemoglobin, platelets, WBC, and various other things. Because Lycans have the ability to regenerate body tissue rapidly as a way to heal quicker, your white blood cell count is a very good indicator

Pregnant. Riley was pregnant. She hadn't even gone through a heat with Eli yet since being marked. It was rare to get pregnant without being in heat, but maybe because they were fated, there were exceptions? Maybe Eli being an Alpha was an exception, too. Riley has been very irresponsible with Eli regarding sex. They haven't really used any protection, even from the start, so there always has been the possibility of getting pregnant.

Selene moved carefully through them. She had begun searching for any information about Aria’s past. But there was almost nothing. No records of her birth. No known family. No clan. Nothing. Which only made Selene more suspicious. She pulled another scroll from the shelf and unrolled it slowly. Her eyes scanned the faded ink. And then she froze. A symbol had been drawn in the margin. A small mark. A curved shape surrounded by thin lightning-like lines. Selene’s breath caught. She had seen that symbol before.

His expression didn’t change but the air around him did. Kane noticed first. That terrifying stillness that only happened when Ciro stopped thinking like a man and started thinking like something far more dangerous. A monster. “She’s alive,” Kane said carefully. Ciro looked at the blood on his fingers then toward the open gate. Then back at Kane. And when he finally spoke, his voice was calm enough to make the entire garage feel colder. “Sigilla la città.” [Seal the city.]