Glowing Figure Romane & Geschichten

In a mysterious space surrounded by white clouds, two glowing figures were standing in front of a magic mirror and observing carefully. The magic mirror was extremely huge. The surface of the mirror had been divided into thousands of small mirrors. Thus, the big mirror looked like a giant compound eye. The image of most of the small mirrors had dimmed, turning green and gray. Only about dozens of small mirrors at the center were still shining, showing the reflections of different figures. One of the small shining mirrors showed Ding Hao, who was sitting cross-legged to heal himself. The strange glowing figure who had spoken befo

So I called them to me. Oh. Warmth. Lucious, comforting warmth! But it was not enough. The mouths of the blurry figures were agape now, something like horror contorting their features, but again I did not care. I just wanted to be warm! So closer I dragged the blue glow. They started dimming, like a bulb losing power and soon, the blue glows fizzled out. In their stead were these gold thread that surrounded the core of the figures. Not as warm as the blue glows, but it would do.

Their shapes glimmered as if trapped between realms, their eyes shining a frosty, icy blue. One of them advanced, looming above us with an essence of complete threat. Its sound resembled the crunch of ice. "Why have you interrupted our rest?" I gulped nervously, my heart pounding in my chest. “We had no intention to.” Truthful. The figure angled its head, examining me. “The glow inside you… it stinks of her.” "Whom are you referring to?" I inquired, attempting to maintain a steady tone. The figure remained silent. Rather, it lifted an arm, and the symbols on the columns ignited with energy. A murmur of voices engulfed the atmosphere, and the temperature decreased significantly.

Glowing faintly gold. Lena’s breath stopped. “…Alex?” Elias’s heart seized. He strained to rise. “No. NO. Lena—stay behind me—!!” The figure staggered forward. Half-hidden by smoke. Half-dead. Half-something else entirely. And then— It lifted its head. Its eyes glowed gold. But not empty. Not monstrous. Soft. Broken. Human. And he whispered: “Lena…”

This showed that these were not regular attacks, but attacks fueled by a Glow! "Glow: Explosion. It disorients the target for five seconds. Not long enough, but not short either." Frederick mumbled as two golden earplugs fell out of his ears and returned to his armor. The same happened to Selina, showing that she had been protected by her boyfriend. This was because Frederick's strange Glow was no respecter of persons. It affected friend and foe alike, for it was an all area attack. Even it's user was at risk of being affected if his ears weren't protected as well!

At the center of the room stood the altar. I glared at it, my lips curling. “You know,” I muttered, “you could’ve called my mobile phone like a normal person, Dave.” For a second, nothing happened. Then the altar glowed faintly, cracks of blue light crawling across its surface. The glow deepened, brightening until it spilled out into the chamber. And from the light stepped a figure. Not flesh and blood, never flesh and blood, but a figment. A projection woven from magic and memory.

And below it, a figure glowing gold. It was Isolde.

With each step, a ripple of rainbows spread around me. “Where are we?” I asked Oren, my voice echoing as if I had spoken out loud. A figure came toward me, wrapped in a blue flame. It took a moment for me to realize that the glowing figure was a wolf. Not just any wolf but Oren. “I believe you are in our head.” Her voice was echoing too. She wasn’t submerged in the water like I was; instead, she walked on top of it. Her silver fur was glowing with the light of the blue flames. Her green eyes were bright as she looked around. Each of her steps ripples white light beneath her.

he murmured, eyes wide with awe. As we reached the heart of the garden, the landscape opened into a circular clearing, bathed in soft, celestial light. Suspended just above the flowering grass was a glowing cloud gossamer and translucent, like woven moonlight. Upon it sat a figure so breathtaking, so impossibly serene, that for a moment we forgot to breathe.

Elsa stands up, dusting herself off. "You'll regret that, Ava," Elsa says with a sneer. "And as for you, Sarah, you'll pay for your insolence. Guards, take them away!" The guards move forward to take Andrea, Ava, and Sarah away, but just then, there's a blinding flash of light. When it clears, a figure stands in the middle of the room, surrounded by a glowing aura. "What the hell?" Elsa says, stepping back in fear. The figure steps forward, revealing himself to be a tall