Novel & Cerita Glass Maiden

The trumpets, the violins, and the grand piano were playing their best to accompany the chats and discussions about the excise rate and the inauguration of a new branch abroad. The entrance that was busy taking in and sending out the guests, was ignored and overlooked until a new entry passed through it. The people who were in the middle of calculations and planning were silenced and suddenly attracted to her, making the music from the instruments finally audible to them. She walked in with her milky long legs coming out from the slit of her skirt and a plunging neckline complimenting her curvy figure. She was another light source in the already lightened hall. Her aura was divinely and she

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

were others that gambled the lives of other people. What was this horrible place. Was this a terrible dream created out of the guilt that she felt for endangering Anna? Amaris kept walking through the rows and rows of people. She tried not to look at them. Without trying she noticed a man that was playing a game of bones, the other men in the circle were faded, almost ghost like. When his roll did not go his way, the ghost like figures jumped on him and killed him. The scene faded away. Another quickly popped up in its place. Amaris had no way of knowing if these scenes really happened or if it was her imagination. Hurrying now, Amaris ran the length of a row. The garden was more

I knew she would listen. I ran into work, dodging past the bleary-eyed morning shoppers and exhausted-looking mothers. The sun was just pulling itself out of the horizon, making its tedious trek up the sky to give us light for the day. I felt its weak glow on my back before it disappeared behind a cloud. The second I arrived, I saw Adeia near the entrance immediately. She was wearing a pale blue dress that reached past her ankles. It trailed lightly on the floor behind her and in my opinion, she looked like a goddess. It suited her perfectly.

I shout, marching over to rip her a new one. As I lock eyes with the woman, a shiver runs down my spine. She appears to be in her twenties, with flowing black hair and piercing white eyes that seem to glow. She's wearing a simple, black maxi dress with a low neckline that highlights her fair, generous figure. I can sense everyone's aura in here but hers. A wave of recognition washes over me, causing me to freeze in place. It's her. It's the Moon Goddess. Or at least the form she has taken.

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake. Asmodeus, frozen in awe, witnessed Maria's transfiguration. Her face glowed with an ethereal light, and the ground beneath her seemed to fade away, as if she were ascending to a higher realm. Sister Cassandra, emerging from the backstage after defeating Deliah, beheld Maria's glorious metamorphosis and fell to her knees, uttering the revered words, "Holy Mary, full of Grace."

“This is the last time I ask. Give us the werewolf or tonight will be your last.” “No,” Gail said with more confidence than she felt. With a deep breath, she called her magic forth. It flooded through her, and she focused on the spell she had done that filled the glass ball with darkness. She hoped it was some kind of blindness spell. The words burst from her. “Thus rises the goddess, borne upward through a silent world, now birds and beasts are hushed, and steals the greedy cares of men and beasts to sweet oblivion.”

Madison instructed. Bethany followed her instruction. Madison allowed her claws to come out and laid them carefully on Bethany’s neck. The sharp, semi-curved tips grasped at the back of her neck while her thumb nail came to the pulse on the right side of Bethany’s throat. I leaned forward. No one had seen one of these spells in centuries. At least, no one who was permitted to reveal it. “We invoke the Morrigan. The triple goddess. The shapeshifting goddess. Goddess of war, fate, and kings. Join us here to observe the oath of this child.” Madison spoke sternly and with authority.

Devon} I was about to respond when Elias let out a growl in my head. I looked up to see the silver mist change to a blue and green color. I knew those colours. I had seen this mist before. I had seen this mist drifting through the forest around the pack when I was out on a run several times over the years. The mist formed two shadow-like figures on the stage. My eyes grew large as watch the two shadow like figures open to reveal two women with what appeared to be fey wings spread out behind them. I let out a growl when their eyes opened. I had seen those dark forest green eyes before, and I do not mean Mykayla and Braeynia eyes. I stood there watching as she started to play her guitar. When