Novel & Cerita Flying Blue Silver

Her eyes were a mixture of silver and blue Beautiful but very deadly She remained silent His hands held her face But her face was void of any emotion It was like she couldn't hear what he was saying She stopped looking at him and lifted herself up The king moved forward to help her But she held up her hand asking him to stop "Ezraa..please ..I...I....am ....I... didn't....ahh.....j..ust tell me you are okay? Silence . . . "Ezraa?" The king again asked with eyes full of worry Everyone around were looking at them The media was going crazy trying to record something no one has ever seen before The blue light her veins emitted And the silver blue eyes that looked at them Was indeed most magical

-You're right, the shower is not a good place, let's do it on the sink plate- and he took her into the bathroom leaving behind both of their clothes. *** Silver was anxiously waiting to stand beside Falcon. The plane was supposed to have arrived an hour ago but apparently something had delayed it. "Do you think they'll get there okay?" He asked his alpha who was mortally upset. -Yes, I sure do. Zacarias called me before leaving. And they have not reported an accident so everything must be fine- But the wait seemed eternal until in the distance they saw two people appear from the crowd. One with blonde hair and another with untamed reddish hair now that they were shorter. Silver couldn't help

The blades looked lighter, a chill ran through my spine the moment I recognized it. Silver.

Giovanni instructed Hansel and others. I composed myself multiple times because my baby needs a strong mother who is waiting for her to come home. "Are you okay now, Thalia?" Blue asked me when he appeared from nowhere. "What are you doing here?" I asked him instead of answering his question. "Silver brought me here," he answered. He wears his signature black jacket paired with light blue jeans. "Blue, can I trust you with my wife's safety?" Giovanni asked and the latter smirked. "Let's rephrase it, can you trust your wife?" Blue asked him instead.

Sid interjected with a wry smile. Blue frowned, he knew that Sid was telling the truth. He knew that his Divine Power was too destructive for a mere Saint’s body. However, to wait posed the question of how long. Exasperated, Blue had no choice but to use the Feather family’s innate skill. He reached out his right hand where a blue glow began to form. With a wave of his hand, the glowing ball of blue flew across the air and blanketed Sid. Cloaked by a blue glow, Sid felt his body warm up as if it was bathing under the comforting sunlight.

Fleur is somehow taken back at Blue's voice and probably at her very blue personality as she is dressed in all blue like she always has been — only now in more modern clothes. I think Fleur regains her composure as she starts to speak again. "You are not allowed—" I cut her off, "it's fine Fleur. Blue works for me too so I am sure you both should get along as she might be here for a while" "Yes, Luna" Flier replies, although she is obviously not comfortable with my suggestion. She will get used to it. "Now Blue," I say as I get off the bed, shrugging on the robe Fleur hands to me. "Why are you here on mortal planes? And has anything happened to L'agaib?"

Draco's eyes were fixed on the Dragon King spirit figure flying over the lake with grace and charisma. The aura of the dragon's magic power felt immense and majestic. A golden silver flash of lightning glistened within the transparent blue-sky dragon spirit body. The dragon's wings looked so majestic and beautiful. The blue-sky skin with gold-silver tendrils colors on Zergenth's wings looked so beautiful. He looked like the king of the sky who controlled the sunshine and the flash of lightning within his body. The figure of Zergenth looked so majestic and enchanting.

The princesses knew that and still tried their luck anyways. The Silver family was from North Oakland and their kingdom was as obviously seen, the Silver kingdom. They came by means of five chariots that were ridden by five horsemen and ten horses. Prince Silver was in the fifth carriage but neither the princesses nor the people in the castle apart from Pink-White, knew why the Silver family was treated in such high regard.

The silver in me rises, not to fight, not to crush, but to listen. Pressure mounts. I can barely breathe. I plant my feet. I don’t move. The silver holds—not exploding, not flaring. It anchors. The land listens too. Roots settle. Stones steady themselves. The surge folds in on itself, collapsing like a wave that meets solid rock. Lydia staggers, eyes wide. “What did you do?” she spits. “I stood where it breaks,” I say, quiet but firm. Silence. Real, complete silence. The observer woman lets out a slow breath. “So that’s the difference,” she says, almost to herself.

Ersa The Silver Stag. Its coat was pure white, but as the moonlight reflected off it, a cascade of silver light seemed to glitter across its body. Its antlers were a deep, dark gray, and its eyes were an impossible pale blue—almost white. I didn't move for a long moment, afraid that if I took a single step, it would vanish. How lucky I was to encounter it this early in the Trial, before any of the others. Slowly, the Stag turned its massive head toward me. Its pale blue eyes fixed on mine, and then, without warning, it bolted.