Goth X Palette Sin Mga Nobela at Kwento

The light swirled, deep blue and silver with hints of violet in them, twisting like liquid smoke. Bianca's eyes widened in horror. "What is going on? What are you doing?" The witches began to chant softly, their voices blending in strange harmonies that didn't sound human. "Velithas.. more thal.. sereth in aeon..." The more the chanted, the more the air thickened, and the glow grew brighter and brighter, spinning faster until the center burst open into what looks like a swirling vortex of light. The sound it made was both beautiful and terrifying.. like a thousand whispers echoing all at once.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Tonight, the Lennox name was set to dominate. Elara stood before the full-length mirror in the penthouse dressing room, turning slowly. Her gown was outrageous in its perfection—a custom piece from a reclusive Parisian atelier. Deep crimson silk hugged her body like liquid sin, with a plunging neckline that showcased the tattoo of Kai’s name on her left breast. The back was nonexistent, plunging to the dimples above her ass. A high thigh slit revealed long, toned legs with every step, and the fabric shimmered with thousands of hand-sewn micro-crystals that caught light like frozen fire. Diamond earrings and the newest Ice & Eternity bracelet—ironically gifted through a proxy after Malik’s de

That frightened me more than insults ever could. While they worked on my skin, I finally understood why they’d been so quiet. One of the attendants opened a drawer and pulled out a tray of corrective palettes—greens, peaches and lilacs like she was prepping to restore a museum artifact. She didn’t even ask permission, she just angled my chin and brushed foundation over the mess Xander left on my neck.