Illumi Pins Novels & Stories

It was made of wooden brass metal and with the black pearls, the same with what the teria earrings are made of. No doubt, these are the original dragon pins. But why would he leave it? These pins signify the eligibility for him to take over the Alpha position when the time comes. A Limerick Rillejos with a big desire and thirst for such a position won’t be letting this thing be separated from him. Unless there’s someone who stole this from him. “Alpha, The Shadowstones are here,” Maddox knocked on the door. I turned to Tristan and nodded at him before gushing out of the room.

Offering her the pin, I watched as she stared at the white dragon with awe. The little girl Lila reach for the pin but stopped to look up at me. "Go ahead, Lila." I approved and couldn't stop a smile as it stretched against my lips as the little girl picked up the pin from my palm. "Wow." She whispered. "It's sooo... Pretty." She admired it for a few seconds before she gave it back to me. Taking the white dragon pin from her little hands, I brushed her hair back and pinned it with the pin.

- The depressive tone of what was said did not bode well. The ribbed steel surface of the rod was covered with small, pulsating filaments that exuded a faint blue glow. The rod firmly dug into the asphalt from a powerful blow. Sharpened growths slowly moved out of the surface, piercing into the dense structure of the asphalt with a characteristic sound. A pulsating ball with many notches, small ledges and hieroglyphs crowned this design. - "Pin of shadows."

“Actually, now that I think hard about it—I couldn’t get a clear view, so I’m not a hundred percent accurate, —but they must have been wearing some kind of jewelry since I believe I saw a light shine off something from their arm, just before they pressed the bullet. Does that help?” “That factor isn’t nearly enough to determine who the shooter is, unfortunately, or who they work for,” Kim said bluntly. “Unless we know a pattern, a shine could’ve come off of anything, even the barrel of the gun if it had been a metal pistol.” “By the way…did you guys plan this…meeting since morning?” P’First asked, looking at both Kit and Ben. “Did you two managed to…maybe discuss this out in the public or s

Because he has many things to begin telling about Essi. The red and blue lights are scattered within the place. It is enough luminescence to highlight Essi’s beauty, like a crown that has the most special diadem. Her rhinestone earring drop sparkles like a star winking at the beholder. Her straight hair, accented by a long pearl hairpin on the side, drapes over her back. Her picture brings the black and silver dress to life.

Quiet laughter, the clink of crystal glasses, and the faint whisper of deals yet to be signed filled the air. We hadn’t gone more than a few steps before a lady in white intercepted us, her posture flawless, her expression carved from porcelain calm. She held out a small velvet box and opened it. Inside gleamed a golden pin shaped like a lotus, delicate and dangerous in its simplicity. “A token of entry,” she explained with a slight bow. “Without this, one cannot step further.” James accepted it on my behalf, steady hands fastening it to my lapel. The metal was warm against the fabric, heavier than it should’ve been, as though it carried more weight than a mere accessory.

Dear Lana Castroff, We, ILLICIT members, want to give you this for you and Phoenix's safety purposes. We might not end on good terms but Phoenix was a part of us at some point. In the black box, there's two small black buttons. It's an emergency alert for us, you can carry or attach it anywhere you want. It will send us signal if you press it. Hope you have a great life with Phoenix and make sure to stay safe. Regards, ILLICIT.

The make up was not too much as Meth had promised and for that I'm grateful but something is missing. I walk to bed, bend down and pulled a brown box from beneath my bed. Inside the box are series of knife sets and long golden pins but these set of pins are poisonous. The one that kills immediately, I made them specially. There's a needle at the tip but covered with a plastic cover. I take them one by one and stick them into my up top bun. Meth looks at me like I'm a lost cause. I shrug my shoulders at her then I walk back to my vanity and take two glocks, load them up and strapped them into my thigh leather belt.

It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. Then I stood. Still shaking. Still wired. My eyes scanned the room like a soldier coming down from a firefight. And that’s when I saw something. Near the fireplace, almost invisible against the dark rug. A small object. I walked toward it and crouched down. It was a pin. A black, round metal pin. Matte. About the size of a coin. At first, it looked like a plain old button. But then I saw the detail—a raven, etched in the center. Wings partly outstretched, perched on a thin branch.

“He threatened them, didn’t he.” “He promised to make me watch,” she said. Saying it out loud made it real in a way that made her teeth ache. “I don’t think he ever says things he doesn’t mean.” Lucas stared past her at a gull riding the draft. “Then we don’t give him the chance.” He pulled something small from his pocket, palmed it into her hand. A pin, bone-white, carved with a tiny crescent. “Slide that under the clasp. It shorts the sensor for ninety seconds.”