Cosmo The Seedrian Novels & Stories

Huh? Was there something wrong with her head? Chase felt annoyed about it. "Kill myself? Why? Just because you think you're pretty?" Chase had no idea how to react. "What's with your confidence?" The mysterious woman scoffed at him. "What's wrong? Are you objecting?" "I don't even know you, and you're ordering me to kill myself. Shouldn't I be objecting?" He had no idea what else to say. "Chase Collins, sect master of the Miracle Doctor Sect and Cultivation World Master. Your sect includes sect mascot Walter Lurch, elders Norm Weber, Helena Lobe, and Selmer Griffith, juniors Willow Larsen, Lisa Beckton, and Yara Fries.

“I knew it! This guy is weird and possesses grand opportunities. You guys seem to be just that. What is this? Persephone’s Folly Bridge? Great! I want it! “Is this... the Xavion Sword? Amazing. I want it too. “And... Why does this person look a little familiar? A primordial species? Fine. I’ll accept this reluctantly. “You three. I’m the seed, the only seed, and the universe’s only Messiah in the universe. You’ll have no prospect if you follow him. Now, I’ll give you a chance to rise and become my servants. You will be rewarded for your merits.” Shelly grunted in disgust. “Those guys from the alliance were really blind. How could they let someone like you become the seed? You don’t deserve t

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

“Why don’t Ice grant the next seed to be born?” With a cunning smile that they all draw within their faces. He giggles and smiles sinisterly at the end, as He granted. “Well then.” A snap then echoes as the remaining seed are presented before them. As He then asks. “Which one?” Simple, yet full of meaning, as He is expecting greater things for the perfect sin that was just born. Cole didn’t even think twice as he pointed and said. “How about the sin of Lust?”

"I need you to distract Darius tonight so I can ask him." I watch through the crack in the toilet door as Selena Wilkins fluffs her horrible hair and makes her stupid lips look gross and sticky with her lip gloss. What sort of thirteen year old needs lip gloss? And high heels, they're totally impractical for anything, we live on the Moors for Goddess' sake! Not that I'm being petty or anything because for the last few minutes she's been talking about how hot Coal is and how she is going to make him her boyfriend.

His unruly black hair framed his heart-shaped face, accentuating those piercing orbs that seemed to hold a world of wonder within. As he explored the Ashwood grounds, his lean physique belied a boundless energy, always ready to propel him into the next adventure. The olive-toned skin, a harmonious blend of his parents' complexions, glowed with an inner light, reflecting his vibrant personality. "Adam, my boy!" Sebastian called out, watching his son with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. Adam turned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Father, look! I found another Nightbloom!" He held up a delicate flower, its petals shimmering like moonlight.

She is known as the Angel of Desiderium. " That's nothing! I'm cold right now. I'm wearing this thin clothes for almost 4 hours and the aircon in this place is f*cking high!" Coraline said, A 20 year old woman. She is also one of the stars of the Desiderium bar. She is known as the Star of Desiderium because of her remarkable performance in every show she has. " We still have 2 hours left before the rehearsal finishes and after that we need to take a shower and get ready to perform, Immediately " Coraline said out of annoyance.

"If you want the Source dead, why stop us? We were on our way to do exactly that." "You were on your way to a suicide mission," the obsidian giant, Krell, growled. "You are three people and a ship made of scrap. You wouldn't have made it past the first outer-defense sphere. But you have something we’ve never seen. You have a Seed that survived the Harvest without losing its soul." Krell looked at Leo. My son was sitting on a crate, fascinated by the way the bioluminescent droids moved. He didn't look afraid; he looked like a child watching a new kind of clockwork.

“Guys, please stop!” Moby loudly stopped. “Who are you? You’re just a measly Pre-Saint. How dare you participate in the affairs between us? Do you want to die?” Cosmo asked aggressively. He did not know Moby. As a True Saint, Cosmo had been living in seclusion all year round and rarely came out. Even if he did, he would only get to know the powerhouses at the same level and would not care about Pre-Saints.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"