Himawari Novels & Stories

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The sky’s color immediately changed, and the earth trembled rapidly, as if signaling the end of the world. Those within Haurvatat Temple panicked and scrambled to wield their powers in defense amidst the shaking ground and trembling mountains. Despite their efforts, they were still tossed around by the terrifying aftermath, sustaining heavy injuries and coughing up blood. Above the vast palace of Haurvatat Temple, a graceful purple silhouette surrounded by flashes of purple light soared into the air, exuding an extraordinary aura. The moment she appeared, her body rapidly diffused purple light, immediately halting the rotation of thousands of planets rotating counterclockwise. Simultaneously

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

The wind howled like a mourning widow. It swept through the hills of Clan Seven, sharp as a blade, carrying with it the scent of pine, frozen bark, and the stench of blood. Orion crouched low on the tree line, the crisp edge of winter biting at his bare forearms, but he welcomed the sting. Pain had long become a comfort, one of the few sensations he still trusted. Before him, a stretch of white snow lay untouched, serene. Except it was only an illusion; there was nothing serene about it.

“Take a look at this room, does this looks like the maid's quarter?” “No… but you heard him, he's not pumped that I'm here,” “Obviously, you are still a stranger as long as his concerned, and not just any stranger, but from a rival pack,” my wolf replied. “He's the Alpha here and it's his job to make sure he's not welcoming a threat in his home. We'll be fine if we obey his rules,” My wolf was always different. She was tactical, precise and easily read any situation in the room. I walked towards the window, placing my hands on the window frames. I opened the curtain and shut my eyes as a warm rush of air softly dabbed my skin.

Aurora’s P.O.V The air was thick with the scent of iron, the weight of the moment pressing down on me like an unseen force. I watched, my body frozen in place, as Harmona reached for a lever on the wall, her fingers wrapping around it with the kind of reverence one would give a sacred relic. My breath hitched when she pulled it down, and the ceiling groaned in response, parting to let in the ominous glow of the sun. But it wasn't the warm, golden light of hope—it was fractured, darkened by the shadow of the Solar Eclipse. The world outside had fallen into an eerie twilight, casting elongated shadows that danced across the stone floor like ghosts mourning their inevitable fate.

Harmonia was so drunk, and her brain had entered a shutdown mode. She nodded without thinking much about it. Dimas’ laughter deepened. The familiar glint in his eyes sparkled and ignited a light that belonged solely to the young lady. That light was called ‘crush’. A shooting star suddenly streaked across the sky. “A shooting star! Quick, make a wish!” Even though Harmonia’s body was swaying, she raised her hands promptly, intertwining her fingers, her left hand enveloping the right, ready to make a wish. But the next second, she let go of her hands as she shook her head lightly.

she muttered, her voice weak. Eran didn’t respond. His body fell against the steering wheel, unmoving. A cold dread settles in her chest as she realized the horrifying truth. Eran was dead. “No, Eran…” she whispered, tears streaming down her face. “No, no, no!” Her cries faded as darkness consumed her, pulling her into unconsciousness. Season 1 End To be Continued….

I can already imagine the kind of anger he feels towards them and how he must want to tear them into pieces. The Zu clan has been an age long line of powerful witches who just love to meddle with the lives of the werewolves. It was first formed in Japan before it spread vast across the world and now. For Natalia to involve herself with people of that caliber, she definitely must be the worst of evil. My thoughts are cut short when I feel a sharp pain underneath my belly and my hands immediately fly to cup my stomach as my heart skips a beat. Are my babies okay? Is the tumor back? Genuine concern washes over me. A lot Is going on in my mind as I continue to hold onto my tummy while trying to

“What are you talking about, great one? Have I by error or omission offended you?” “Tufia kwa gi.” The native doctor spat, “Ichoro ino na-ana mara egbe di ime, okwa ya (you want to determine the pregnancy of a hawk by looking at it, right?). You have failed. Bet me, you have failed.” “But wise one, I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Ejima frowned but did not meet those dark eyes. “You will not understand until nemesis catches up with you.” The Dibia hissed and continued down the path, cursing and fussing.