Romans & histoires Glitter Tornado

Uranus chuckled again, sending more lightning dancing. Says who? His voice was coming from above, and I looked up through the spinning dirt and debris our tornado pulled from the ground. Above it all, Uranus’s thunderbird form flew in a circle, urging the cyclone to spin faster and faster. Come, godling, fly with me, be free with me. Fly to my center and feel what it is like to be truly free.

He calmly gathered energy into his arms and legs and started spinning at such a high speed of rotation that the winds gathered around him and formed a mini tornado, much to the bewilderment of Number 2 and Number 4. “Wind Bash,” Mane’s serene voice was quite contradictory to the furious wind that surrounded him. Number 2 and Number 4 had stern expressions on their faces. A golden light surrounded their bodies and beautiful earth armors were covering their frames soon after. *Roar* *Roar* Both Number 2 and Number 4 roared gallantly and did something that looked silly but was actually brilliant. Both rushed towards the tornado without any hesitation or doubt. They raised their arms over their

I felt countless needles pierce my trembling soul. I wanted to rush forward and tear off Delila’s false mask. Moreover, I had so many questions for Kelvin. Were all our past memories nothing but a joke? But I could not do anything. I could only watch helplessly as Delila grew bolder. She reached out to touch the necklace around Kelvin’s neck. It was my gift to him after working three months straight. Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, Kelvin abruptly stepped back. He frowned tightly. A flash of irritation darted through his eyes, as if he had reached his limit.

"Cranberry glitter glue. The holy grail of preschool warfare." An eyebrow twitched. Barely. But it was more reaction than she'd gotten yesterday. "I thought maybe we could do a little art therapy. Or just glue random objects to the scary wolves outside. Whatever works." No laugh. No smile. But the silence had shifted. The chair beside her scraped back. Not the angel. The other one. The always brooding demon of vengeance in black. Of course. He appeared like smoke—unannounced, uninvited, carrying gravity in his wake. He didn't speak at first. Just looked between them with a sharpness that felt like being dissected. His gaze dropped to the toast between them. Then to the glitter glue tube in h

I couldn’t control it, couldn’t control it, not fair, not fair - I kicked and writhed as the wind lifted me. It spun me around, hauling me onto my back with no more effort than it took me to snap my fingers. It whirled and whipped, flailing wildly. It battered me, bashed me, and I screamed as I realised the direction the tornado was spinning me in. I was heading straight for the shattered window. I knew I had to get myself under control, but it was like the magic was encouraging my emotions to grow, and in turn my emotions were giving life to my magic. They spilled into one another; the more I fought my magic, the stronger it became.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

She would have fallen from mid-air and been smashed into pieces. At this time, the Silver-armored Devil's blood also floated around the tornado. Immediately, it was as if a spoonful of boiling oil had been poured into it. The tornado suddenly stirred up. The lightning, which was constantly rushing out, was crushed into pieces by the storm at this moment, and exploded like fireworks. At the same time, millions of faces appeared on the surface of the tornado!

Grabbing her diamond purse, Qing Yue hopped out of her hover and pressed the purple button on her blouse sleeve. "Have a wonderful time, Master!" The hologram screeched robotically as the hover blinked twice and went dark. Diamond purse clutched in hand, Qing Yue smiled and walked towards the revolving glass doors. As she passed a group of four descending from their own hover, her bracelet caught in her purse. Then, an unexpected gust of wind blew and her black hair flew in her face, blinding her vision.

the water began to whirl underneath us but Gil hadn't noticed. "Because I can do this," Scarlette flicked her wrist and a powerful tornado of water shot out at Gil, sending him crashing through a tree. "Ta ta, my little cutie!" Scarlette shrieked and laughed evilly as the water dragged us under. I closed my eyes and bore the wicked feeling of getting swallowed with fangs ripping through the surface of my skin, and then getting vomited.

I write not only for myself, but for you too! To continue Hollis and Whitney's adventure through life, be sure to check out "Not All Who Wander Are Lost", the sequel to "Not All That Glitters."