Disenchanted #mcr Lyrics Novels & Stories

My feet stopped moving, letting the nights air surround me as low hums bubbled from my lips. ‘This is it’ I thought, my hands reaching to my neck where the mark was. It took everything in me to not let it tremble. One wrong move and I could end up on the other side. "This is not a big deal, I can do this in my sleep” I muttered to myself, creating a detachment spell strong enough to break the mark on my neck, hopefully. It burned, the mark burned with each word I spoke, the chants rolling off my tongue like a breeze. I nearly smiled as I could feel it peel off of me.

" Needless noise from tongues expel Unless within the mouth they dwell The spoken word, unfit for dealing with the shifting form of feeling Stand unblinking in the face of taciturn and soundless space. " I proclaimed to the wind. " ..... The heck is wrong with you? Getting all poetic like that." " It's one of my guarantees of being Misaki's product. " I said as I rolled up my sleeve and pumped magic through my veins to reveal my guarantee tag. " Version 4. 1

the water is quiet calm but soon it would be disturbed as i jump in it. this is the END. i gave up on myself! just as i was about to end this misery i heard the most beautiful and melodious voice in my life. it was a voice which can make you forget yourself and drown in it's sweetness. "do you wanna give up just cuz it's hard? nothing is free in this damn freaking world. either you eat or get eaten so get a grip and stand back up what you think is E,N,D is actually A,N,D" there was no doubt that it was a girl singing.

❤ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤Untouchable Song by Taylor Swift ❤ ❤Untouchable like a distant diamond sky I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you I'm caught up in you Untouchable Burning brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on

“Why are you not healing?” “He cannot. He is already as good as dead.” Ansel began laughing. He showed Titus a rib that he had broken from Tyler’s. “He is incomplete without this. He will die, Alpha, and I will return to finish you.” Ansel started laughing wickedly as he walked away with the other rogues who had survived the fight.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

And I am not looking for a savior. I close my eyes. Crack eighty-four. The Wildcard is tamed. One down. Two to go.

"It's time to remember who you are." The Heir pulsed, a dark, rhythmic song of power. The Vanguard was whole again. And the world was finally, truly, in checkmate.

“No.” The word echoes through the terrace. “They belong to those worthy of them.” Malrec rises slowly from the rubble. His breathing is ragged now. Blood seeps through the cracks in his scales. The enchantments woven into his body flicker and fade as the magic of the bridge pushes against them. “You think this proves you worthy?” he snarls. “You hide behind a human girl and call it destiny.” My claws flex. “Neither of us are hiding.” Behind me the music surges again.

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear