Lars X Emerald Novels & Stories

“Hmmm. And I’m sure the rat’s still nearby. So who was the unlucky man?” “Give me the list of all the man in the empire with red streaks on their hair.” Markus was startled. “Do you have some weird fetish with our hair?” I sighed. “No. But please do it. Whether he was a Febrez or an illegitimate one. I want to know every single one of them.” “Any distinct features?” “I haven’t seen his face but...” His eyes flashed into my memory. That was distinct enough. “Red eyes. Strikingly red eyes. Those eyes were scary yet somehow warm... Was that enough?”

I should not be feeling this way towards a stranger. "Well mister, whether it's your intention or not but atleast apologize to her! Don't you have manners?" Leana shouted angrily. I look up to see the face of the arrogant guy who have the nerve to bump into a princess like me. But I was literally lost when our eyes met. It feels like I'm seeing millions of stars in his dark blue eyes. His shoulder length gray hair were like ashes dancing with the wind. And his perfect jawline, pointed nose and masculine body made him look like a God who have just descended from the Heaven Realm.

Warren affirmed, taking down the offer of embodying Luke’s part. Warren tried to connect Loren to his part but unfortunately, she declined. Everyone did. His eyes set to Emerald who was busy playing a card game on her computer. He realized Emerald was once a news anchor, and memorizing the script is easy for her. The presentation would beater afternoon and she has an ample amount to prepare. “Emerald,” Warren took her attention. “We, uh… need your help.” A huge grin crept to her lips. “Sure.” “Luke couldn't come and someone needs to fill his spot. No one else can present his part because we're bearing too much on our plate. I was thinking if you're interested.”

Emily exclaimed, completely shocked to encounter one of her crushes in person. Emily was a devoted fan of the six precious gems in Elite, knowing their names and their stories, basically everything about them. But her biggest crush was Thorian, which worried me, as he was also nearby, though he hadn't noticed her yet. "You know me?" Lukas asked nervously, chuckling a bit and running his fingers through his hair, seeming a tad shy. "Of course, I know you! Who doesn't know the six precious gems of Elite?" Emily's voice was filled with excitement and curiosity, likely wondering why he was here.

"They've primarily been raised in European packs, though they visit regularly. Emerald has been groomed as a potential diplomatic liaison between the American and European branches of Riverwood." "That explains her diplomatic skills," Axel observed, recalling how effortlessly Emerald had handled various social situations since his arrival. Luka nodded, a fond smile touching his lips. "Emerald has always been the peacemaker. Amali the passionate one. And Allischa..." "The ambitious one," Axel finished, remembering Clay and James's warning. "Precisely," Luka confirmed, his expression growing more serious. "Which brings me to something I wanted to discuss with you. I noticed Allischa's interest

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

, Leviathan uttered in surprise, walking towards Larsen with his glass of red wine, " Mr. Leviathan," Larsen called, smiling and shaking hands with him and the honored hosts. "I never heard that the Obsidian Larsen is the party type, it never popped up in any rumor", Leviathan said, " Oh well, I'm not", " Then how come you're here", " Because... he's my guest", Ember said stepping forward with a chuckle and slightly touching Larsen's arm. " Your guest?", the host and Leviathan asked,

was no mere metaphor: the Montrose protectors’ magic had been drained, leaving only an empty promise. “We must revive it,” Alexander said, voice resolute. He drew from his coat a brass lantern filled with powdered amber light drawn from the Ember Circle’s own archives. “Inside Saint Brigid’s crypt lies a brazier. But the fuel must be true fire: one born of conviction, not fear.”

"I'm sorry, Ember. I didn't mean to be a part of your private conversation, but Ash was just so nervous. My name is Layla. I'm Larminiel's daughter." "Well shit, Ash. Way to keep a sister informed. It's nice to meet you, Layla. Meet Dex." She said and I heard some fumbling and light arguing before Dex's voice came through. "Hello Layla. Hey, Ash. Sorry she made me." He chuckled. Seems Ember and I were both nervous to talk to one another. "We're mate less, but not alone." I whispered, but she heard me. "I didn't think of that. Ash I hope you know that if I ever run into that mate again I may beat her to pulp and I'll need you to make sure I don't get killed in an elf war. Okay?" She joked.