Franbow 소설 & 이야기

are yellow in color. Different shades of bright sunshine yellow... oh and their hair and eyes can come in any color. What makes their appearances extra unique is the glow that seems to radiate from their yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can bl

– A faint violet that whispered of anonymous kindness in a café, a fleeting encounter that had left a lasting impression. Franc joined her, blending rust into the edges, adding depth and texture to the evolving mural. Ren layered textures with powdered charcoal and dried mango leaf, creating a tapestry of emotions that spoke to the heart. It wasn’t collaboration—it was conversation without vowels, a silent exchange of ideas and feelings.

yellow skin. You see their skin has taken in so much UV light from their many suns that it literally glows... Their planet has no night. I don't know much more about them... They have six competing in the harvest. Froles come from the planet Frole. They are slim and fast. Frole has almost no trees so their speed and slim builds come in handy when hunting. They are wild-like in personality and features. Their skin is striped from their head down to their toes. They are striped so they can blend in with the grass that covers most of their planet. They see great at night and are similar to the big cats on your planet when it comes to hunting. They typically choose females from their own planet

“Really?” I shrugged, though my pulse pounded in my throat. “You’re the one immune to silver. Not me, mate.” Franco shook his head slowly, like he couldn’t believe I was doing this to him. But already his wolf was rising, called to the surface. His shoulders squared, breath deepened, and then his eyes bled green, glowing like wildfire in the dark. His claws extended, glinting in the flickering torchlight.

I munched the strawberries happily but I could see a look of reluctance fixed on Harper's face. “You don't like strawberries?” I asked shortly. I was being like Harper too, meddling it business that shouldn't be my concern. “No, that's not it… I'm a big fan of strawberries!” Harper replied. She picked one delicately and threw it inside her mouth. She was obviously not munching. “You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, baby,” Olivia seemed to have noticed too. “Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.”

Ellie had to lock her jaw and lower her gaze not to show him how disgusted, horrified, and enraged his cold assessment of living, breathing people made her. “Now we’re making a bundle off them testing drugs we’ve cooked up to enhance the military and fitness freaks.” He turned away to tear off his gloves. “Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, s

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

Three peaces of broken mirror merged them self deep in his head and his blonde eyes wide. Nikolai's breathing was still rapid, his hands gripping the edges of the sink that his knuckles were almost turning white, his red eyes had a smile in them. A few bangs of his hair were falling in his face while his lips curled in a small smile. "Champagne can only be mine " his deep voice declared to no one but himself.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

I had explained to him while he hugged me. It had become a private joke between us, and I went out of my way to find ornaments for him. Our Junior year had been, of course, a French hen. I had gotten one of those tiny hen lawn decorations and had spent hours painting it with the French flag. I under-estimated how long it would take me, and it didn’t help that I accidentally used oil paints instead of acrylic. I had shown up at his house on Christmas day with paint staining my skin. The week of scrubbing furiously under my nails to get rid of the red, white and blue was worth the startled laugh that burst out of him when he saw me.