Loud House L-ementals Novelas e Histórias

I think I saw eyes, bright as if they glowed and colored like amber. It made little sense to me and I wasn’t feeling ready to give the effort it would take to understand the images, maybe once I’m not so groggy I’ll try again. For now my attention slide to the window. The plain white metal blinds were turned horizontal to let in the light, not that there was much to let in. The room didn’t appear to be nearly as bright as I had first thought, actually it seemed rather dark. A loud but low rumble rolled through the room. A storm was coming. That’s when it all came back.

"I'm sure that was just her trickery, right, Darling?" "Sorry, my dear Luna. I agree with Rutherford," Ikaros said. The man glanced at me for a moment, and our eyes met. "I want to scold you. But you look pale. Are you sick?" I refused to answer. I had suddenly turned into a terrifying furry creature, and I began to believe that Lorelei was a witch, or at the very least, I was being pranked and there was a hidden camera capturing my expression. Now the fur was gone from my skin, but I was still traumatized.

I run to the kitchen, take a knife with me and without a second thought, open the door and looked around to see if there was any one dangerous I could kill before being attacked. But I am met with darkness, the room is dark. Only the whispers can be heard. I tighten my hold on the knife, trying to listen for any movement. I move my hands on the wall and searched to look for the switch...once I find it with my heart in my throat I turn the light on. Eyes wide, I turn around. A frown makes it way to my face , then my eyes fall upon a figure in a far corner. "EMMA" I shout and dashed towards her throwing the knife on the floor.

The room greeted him with soft pink hues, delicate decor, and a scent that was uniquely Lydia—lavender, warm pine, and something he couldn't quite place. His heart squeezed. This was once her childhood room. He hadn’t stepped foot in here since the incident. Emily had redesigned it into a Luna’s suite—elegant, royal, and nostalgic. His eyes moved to the bed. Empty. “Where is she?” Kai asked, concern rising. Knox’s pulse spiked. “She’s supposed to be in bed…” He scanned the room. The closet was closed, the window shut. Panic flared in his chest. Then—he heard it. A moan.

Everyone turned to look at us when we walked into the room. “Ruari it is good to see you again. This must be Aerian. You did well nia (nephew).” the red head says. “Thanks Eamon. Yes, this is my mate and Luna Aerian. These are my Great Uncles Eamon and Oisin. The guy with the weird green hair is my cousin Taghg and the chick with the bright red hair is his sister Saoirse. Uncle Eamon is their father.” Ruari said. “Fuck you, there is nothing weird about my hair arsehole.” Taghg hissed.

And even though I thought that the funeral was hectic, what happens after the door is opened is hectic as hell. (A/N Liam is the older twin while Luca is younger)