Romans & histoires Flying Blue Silver

Beside her, Elias was a silhouette of jagged obsidian, his wings tucked tight against the shimmering pressure of the room. ​"The Council wanted to mine this to power their machines," Elias whispered, his voice echoing with a metallic resonance. "But they don't understand the chemistry. This silver isn't a fuel, Rhea. It’s a mirror. It amplifies whatever intent is poured into it. If they try to take it by force, it will shatter the continent."

Leo asked, looking at his daughter. Silver rounded the circle to her side. “I am not sure. She is not supposed to float.” A loud screech echoed in the training room before fire burst forth from Lenora, soaring towards me. Not soaring. Flying. “That’s a phoenix!” Silver asked, his voice excited, watching the bird fly around the circle. “Lenora is the flame empress!” Just when we were still trying to figure out how to protect her, nature goes ahead and literally paints a target on her back.

"Release the Silver-Eater." The carrier’s belly opened. A single, massive drone—the size of a small house—dropped. It didn't have rotors. It didn't have wings. It was a solid sphere of polished silver, humming with a sound that made my teeth ache. "What the fuck is that?" Silas whispered. "The end of the line," I said. I looked at Richard. He looked at me. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed my hand. "We’re not going to the estate," he said.

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

He told them. Hail and Skye fell silent as they pondered over Reyan’s words. “So… you are trying to say that I have to use my imagination to move my wings so I can fly?” Blue asked as he looked at Reyan. His expression now became sober. “Blue!” Hail exclaimed in pleasant surprise when he saw that Blue’s facial complexion returned to normal. “Thank you.” Blue nodded at Hail before he turned back to look at Reyan, waiting for the other’s answer.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

This concealment did not mean invisibility. Blue Silver Grass is everywhere. It simply goes unnoticed and her martial soul, Blue Silver Empress, can take this aspect of the blue silver grass and use it actively. This causes her already low spiritual fluctuations to turn nonexistent— unable to sense and hence, concealed. This was also the reason why Ah Yin could never sense the core itself.

Its wings covered the sun just now, that was why the sky turned dark for a moment. Chu Xun continued observing it curiously. This silver eagle was completely white, its feathers had a chill glow around them, as if made of mithril. Its beak was like a giant iron hook that could easily tear steel apart. Its claws were even scarier, they were like a pair of giant sickles that heralded the arrival of the grim reaper. The silver eagle dashed towards the plane. Its enormous body was extremely deterring. With a flip of its wings, a cyclone was formed in the air. It seemed that anyone falling into that cyclone would be sliced into pieces.

Tyga asked. "Tyga, you saw how powerful they are," I said with a sigh. "We would not win in a fair fight, we would have lost to them again. They are naturally stronger than us." "So, did your silver knife make the difference?" Tyga stated. "It would have," I responded, "if Blue had not stepped in." "That is the reason why we do not use any silver equipment because we could kill one of our own, but you defied us, you defied our rule," Tyga spat, his anger boiling.