Izumi Curtis Fullmetal Alchemist Mga Nobela at Kwento

But the humming grew louder, louder, vibrating through her bones. Her breath trembled. “I have to try.” She sat down abruptly, folding her legs into a tight yoga pose. Her hands braced against her knees. And when she closed her eyes and— She hummed. Not aloud. But from deep inside her chest, in her mind, the sound vibrated outward like a silent wave. The air pulsed. Unknown to her, her eyes snapped open, glowing a bright unnatural yellow like molten gold. A ripple swept from her body, invisible yet powerful, crashing into the Crystal of Albion.

"Align the bridge to your flaming heart and reach to the home of the stars as the stars also contain fire thus fire can exist beyond the sky. Elements are the same in Heaven and Earth. Fire creates darkness and light Death and rebirth Heart and mind must be as calm as a temperate flame but strong as a unbridled inferno Take place in the elements as the elements needs you Forget the pain*" Then there was a tap on his head. "Wrong. It is Kutsu not Kizu." His instructor said patiently. "You say Kutsu first then Kizu." Kurai is frustrated as the mantra has already made him profusely sweat. He grabbed a towel to dry himself then notice the smell of people outside. Curious, he walk to a sliding do

The silver burning on his skin, “I’m sorry, big brother,” I whispered, more to myself than to him, as I helped Curtis secure the final chain around his legs. The metal band clanged loudly as it locked into place. Zarek growled low in his throat, his eyes flickering between red and his usual human green. Curtis stood back, panting from the effort. “He’s not going to like this when he comes back.” "No, he never is,” I agreed, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

I looked up at him and let myself believe it, just for a breath. Damien Cross stood above me on the raised stone platform, moonlight carving hard lines down the side of his jaw, his eyes gone the color of amber caught too close to a flame. My mate. My Alpha. The same boy who used to press stolen honeycomb into my palm before pack politics taught him to measure every single word before it left his mouth. He wasn't measuring anything now. He wasn't saying anything at all, and the not-saying went on a beat too long.

“Not a blush. Not a glance. I tried to introduce myself. I even smiled. And nothing. Ice cold.” Shu groaned again, but this time it was sharper, pinched at the bridge of his nose and full of suffering. “That’s not an elemental affinity, you egotistical noodle. That’s just her having standards.” “Could it be the ears?” Yin whispered, poking the top of his head where his leaf barely concealed the twitch beneath. “Oh, it’s definitely the ears,” Shu replied with the exhausted certainty of someone who had seen that leaf fail too many times. “You always forget to suppress them when you're excited. Like a divine golden retriever with a god complex.”

AMANISA’S POV Curtis ran past me. My heart beat loudly against my chest as I walked in after him. My eyes were trained on Curtis's frame and I forgot to admire the decorations on the field. Neither did I take a moment to appreciate the organization of the werewolves and Lycans. “What is the problem, Gamma Curtis?” Kovan questioned and my ears didn't miss the hushed sobs that Curtis was trying hard to hide as he knelt before Kovan. Violet was sitting beside Kovan on a throne… she has a few steps to take before she would take the real throne though.