Novel & Cerita How Rare And Beautiful It Is To Even Exist

Their hunger was particularly intense when it came to a unique being, a rare and extraordinary hybrid. Sky as The rare hybrid, a creature of unparalleled potential, possessed a combination of traits and abilities that set it apart from any other being in existence. It was a source of both fascination and fear, attracting attention from the highest authorities, each vying to harness its power for its own agenda. The three Alphas understood perfectly the repercussions of this revelation, that the councils would stop at nothing to exploit the rare hybrid's capabilities for their personal gain.

"Just because something is rarely seen, they're always labelled as special. It's just like a species that's born from out of nowhere. There's ordinary grass that grows on a cliff. The seed of that grass couldn't have flown onto the cliff which made it an uncommon possibility. However, a gust of wind blew that seed to the top and through wind and rain it managed to painstakingly grow in such an environment. After that, someone discovered this grass and it became a so-called rarity. Thus, it has obtained that special appeal." "When you say it like that, it makes it difficult for people to respond, but I like it." "There are many people who like me. You're just being one out of who knows how ma

“It’s a kind of magic that calls forth a creature connected to the one who summoned it. The thing that appears is usually something no one has seen before—rare, almost mythical. Like those small winged creatures we saw earlier.” She paused briefly before going on. “They don’t belong to any known species. Each one is unique, almost as if it was born from the summoner’s own blood or spirit. That’s why sightings like this are extremely rare. Most people live their whole lives without ever seeing one.” Everyone’s attention shifted to Lilian. “Could… could it be that Lilian is a descendant of the Moon Goddess?” someone whispered, their voice tinged with awe and disbelief.

He asked with all seriousness and my head fell. "I haven't looked at it ever since Prince Raphael gave it to me I just keep it in my cabinets knowing that it will be safe there, I feel like it is too precious to play around with even to look at it seems like a lot," "Well you are right about that it is precious so precious in fact that there is only one of it in the world it is one of the few objects belonging to the former Queen luna still in existence," Why? That was what I immediately wanted to ask. She was the queen Luna and naturally she should have owned a lot of things to say that a necklace was one of the only things that the most respected and wealthy woman and over half a dozen ter

I have always imagined how it felt like to hold hands with a person whose soul is connected with yours and who can understand you in the way that other people around you cannot understand. Love is the only heart that never stops beating, it certainly is the most beautiful piece of God's creation that ever will be. It is the only beautiful red piece that makes me feel welcomed whenever I step inside a room and a voice in my head says I am unwelcomed because I am not like the rest people in the room. I have seen been favoured with the opportunity to see different beautiful landforms here on earth- rocks that bask in the warmth of the sun with brown pride and rivers that run like endless pools

No one had got the queue of who she meant. "How I wish to have owned them, unfortunately, I don't. It's the rarest kind in the world. Many could afford them but only a few are privileged to even have a glimpse, more so buy them. You need connection and immense power to acquire the pieces, not just a fortune" Samantha exclaims frustratedly but her smile is saying something beyond frustration.

I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me. I begin rubbing her waist, drawing circles and just trying to store everything into my memory space. Because each time I look at her there’s this feeling that rises up inside of me, like a part of me comes alive, I know it’s not love, but I won’t be surprised if it becomes that.

My head snapped up, confusion evident in my eyes, "What do you mean?" He blew out a breath, raking a hand through his messy curls, "White wolves are rare, in fact they're only found once every century. What I'm saying is that you're peculiar and the moment people hear of this, they're going to want to come and see you." He took my other cheek in his hand, fixing me with a serious gaze, "Good people will want you. Bad people will too and I might not always be there to protect you." My breath hung in my throat and I forced myself to keep the bile down. I was begunjng to feel dizzy and I stumbled, Theo was quick to catch me, his arms wrapping around my frame.

His face fell into a stern expression and it was almost like the air in the room shifted and became something heavier. “What do you mean by you made sure that there was no one like you in all of the lifetimes,” I think I knew what he meant but I wasn’t ready for the answer just yet. “You’re not dull, you know, but I will tell you. They are right about one think, shapeshifting without the use of blood magic is rare. It is so rare that people with the gift are born once in every fifty years.” “So there are chances when two of them can exist in the century?”