Green Kiseki Novels & Stories

“You’re mistaken, the other one won’t kill you right away too. Either way, you’ll get killed.” Mizuko stared at Kenshi in the eyes. Those golden eyes do reminds her of the sunset. And she must tell him that. After all, she doesn’t really remember if she had ever told him that before. “You know what?” She twirls and bit her lower lip. “Your eyes reminds me of the beautiful sunset on the other world. I bet you’ve seen it since you lived there for a year you were gone here.” “You love the sunset,” he uttered.

Comforting. She whispered, “Is it safe?” Mina tilted her head. “It’s learning how to be gentle.” --- Reykjavik. Elise stared at a fresh data feed from Kyoto. Harmonic patterns rolled across the screen, too symmetrical to be coincidence. But there was something else buried within them—unreadable code, almost melodic. She magnified it. Within the waveforms, faint spectrogram traces appeared: shapes that resembled writing. Not words. Faces. Thousands of them.

They left when the sun first came up. The sky looked like an old bruise. The Green Place was quiet as they walked away. It felt empty, like all its life was busy holding up the weak wall of light. The waterfall sounded like a sad song for the dead. Elidra carried Kieran in a strong bag on her back so she could move fast. Cassian carried the plant in a bag of his own. Its bright green leaves and white stem were the only pretty things in a world of brown and gray. They had knives, water, and some dried meat. That was all.

Zaterra shouted. “Sticks and stones, fire and cyclones. But you would not know any of those, would you, Zaterra, devoid of ki as you are? Now, as I lack the capacity for seeing, I would not mind settling our differences here and now. But for everyone who is visually dependent, may I suggest the nearby rooftops of Dragon’s Horn?” Koumori-shishou pointed at the town with his staff. “I wager the autumn leaves in the light of the waxing gibbous moon will serve as the perfect backdrop for your dramatic matches.

Her face was not as round anymore, but heart shape. She had high cheekbones and a button nose placed neatly over full lips. Her eyes were a deep emerald green before, framed by long, sooty lashes. Beforehand her eye color was light teal. Her hair was pure silk, cascading down to the middle of her back like an inky black waterfall, which was also very new; there was no way Damien and Cora wouldn't notice that his hair had grown several inches overnight.

Willow mumbled and the sea witches exchanged looks when Crawford asked, "Where is Griffin?" Meanwhile, at the bricked castle in the Dire valley, Nixer felt a sudden catastrophe, the walls and the ground of his cell began to shake violently...as if an earthquake was upon him...but a quake cannot come in Thralia. It was, after all, a magical land. Looking around, he noticed a familiar face and asked, "What is happening?" "The protection is eliminated…" Griffin smirked, uncovering her head from the maroon hood. "Griffin, what are you doing here?" Nixer noticed the change of colour of her eyes and she somehow transfers some power to him, only with her eyes and unexpectedly the colour of his tran

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

We walk around for so long that for a moment l feel we are going in circles but Elsa claim to be the right track. I do not know how she was doing it because everything looked the same to me, dead brown-black trees all the way but she keeps insisting we are on the right way and before long we find the spot. We jog the rest of the way and once we get there, I get down to business.

The dragon wasn’t breathing fire now, so the shield wasn’t necessary, and for a moment, she allowed herself to look out over the head of the beast and take in the scene around her. The mountain below her was illuminated by the full dragon moon, glinting off of the white of rocks and the foam of the waves on the lake. The trees and meadows blended together to create a breathtaking scene, and for a moment, Nya forgot the horrors of this world she lived in and concentrated on the beauty.