Novel & Cerita H20 Delirious Fanart

With a wave of my hand, I seized her trembling body and began drawing back the astral power she had stolen. Her enchanting, ethereal beauty dissolved in an instant, leaving her face a grotesque, rotting mask. The crowd recoiled, some screaming at the sight of her ghastly transformation. As my astral power fully returned, I stood radiant, my body surrounded by a golden glow. Juliana crumpled to the floor, her hands clasped in a desperate plea. "Astral Maiden Elara, please! I've spent centuries cultivating just to take human form! "Now that you've regained your astral power, there's no need to harm a humble spirit like me. Please, spare me!"

Ian scoffed while Carter simply sighed resignedly and when they all turned to Delilah again, to their surprise, the woman was already dozing off as she stood on her feets. " The fuck!" An Alpha finally burst out laughing and some followed though still careful not to annoy Ian. Ian had a disgruntled and annoyed look on, Carter had the one of adoration while the others had an amazed look on as they stared at Delilah. She was shaking back and forth and her neck was twisting to and fro like a disconnected wire as the sleeping pill slapped her from both sides. " What do we do with her, Alpha?" Derek asked Ian who smirked then frowned immediately again like he was bipolar, everyone knew him for th

Jon mumbled. "And that undisclosed buyer is me," said Dante smiling widely, his sharp teeth glistening in the dim room. "Let's see if you can guess who painted the next one." Dante walked eagerly to the next painting, his cane tapping on the wooden floor like a one-legged giant insect. He likewise turned on the pin lights and the painting exploded in colors of bright red and burnt sienna. "This painting is something I really like. Tell me what you think?" The second painting showed a half-naked man with eyes opened wide as if in a crazed state. In his hand was something that looked like a severed human arm while blood was seen dripping from his mouth. He appeared to be in a desert and faint

He’s not who you think he is. As was my habit whenever I felt out of sorts, I plunged into research, seeking clarity in the chaos. Delilah lay sprawled across her bed, a whirl of discontent as she mumbled about the dangers of glitter toxicity. Her focus was lost to a sea of TikTok videos featuring dogs in tiny protest shirts, each clip a snapshot of canine indignation that contrasted with my intensity.

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

Lucifer was too busy looking after Delilah (Aviva) to ask questions. “Hey…” “What?!.” Aviva (Delilah) replied sharply. “How long have you been awake?!!.” Lucifer asked. Aviva (Delilah) coughed, she struggled to sit upright. She refused help from Lucifer. “Four minutes of or ….” Delilah (Aviva) paused and thought for a while before she replied. “I don’t really know!.” “You okay?!.” Lucifer asked her. “Do I look okay?!.” Delilah ( Aviva) replied.

Angus said. “What does Alpha Ruari’s mate look like?” Tillamuk asked. Angus removed an envelope from his pocket. He tossed it onto my desk. I grabbed it. I let out a growl as I pulled the pictures from the envelope. There in the pictures was Aerian. She was wrapped in Alpha Ruari’s arms. On her neck was a fucking mark. “How long has she been in the pack?” I growled.

… Soon, the dorm room's group chat began buzzing. I clicked in to read the messages. There was a photo of Theo leaning against my sports car, which Miranda scratched up. He was dressed in a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. He looked incredibly handsome yet languid. Miranda was beside herself with excitement. "Do you think he's my hot boyfriend? He didn't even demand compensation after I scratched up his car. It has to be him! Who knew my Prince Charming was so close all along? He's so sweet that he must be reluctant to make me pay compensation. He wants to help me save up. What should I do? Gosh, my heart is racing."