Melie Radiant Novels & Stories

Melissa looks at us and sighs. "This is not going to work!" She says. "Everybody, get back." We look at her and then follow as she says. Melly closes her eyes and looks at the sky. The beasts charge towards her. "MELLYYY!" I scream. Melissa screams hard and just as the beasts surround her, a big lightning bold fires from the sky killing all them. Their bodies fall to the ground and Melly stands there gasping. She looks at us and smiles. We all run to her and hug.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

"You can hold onto me once you stand up firmly." "I'd rather hold onto the sink," Melanie replied. She had already put on her underwear and pajamas. She tossed her wet hair aside and walked over to the sink before looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Jeffrey stood behind her with a surprised expression on his face. He too was looking at her. She had completely removed her makeup and had no foundation on her face. Melanie's face had fair skin. Her eyebrows were distinct, and she had bright, almond-shaped eyes. Her lips were pink and soft. Her entire body was practically glowing.

“Anna? You scare me! Please, don’t be like this.” “Mel, tell me. What are we?” Melanie looked at me as if I were losing my mind. “Are we werewolves?” Melanie stared at me as if I had grown thorns on my head. “Of course, we are werewolves. We are she-wolves, to be exact.” She grinned. Her dimples made her look sweet. Her oval face, short black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin are exotic. Her full lips look hot, but it’s too bad she was too shy.

I continued to scroll, then i stopped. Melanie. My hand stilled. She stood near the edge of the yacht, the sunlight catching against her skin in a way that made it appear almost golden. The bikini she wore left little to the imagination, the lines of her body clear, unguarded in a way I had not seen before. Her hair was slightly damp, pushed back loosely, her expression softer, more relaxed than I had seen since she arrived. There was a flush to her skin. A natural glow that had nothing to do with effort or intention.

But then a miracle happened, Melonie suddenly opened her eyes. I shouldn't have expected less, Melonie Aeron survive everything, she was the dragon wolf. But why is Arwan still not waking up?

As much as I wanted to kill him myself, I know that she gave him a painful death; more painful than what I can do, and this is what I want for him. “Rayne! Eleanor! She is there!" I exclaim, looking at Candice. I'm not making any sense, but I guess Candice manages to understand me. “Go! Save her! I'm sure Evelyn is doing her best, but she probably needs a backup! Take another witch with you,” she speaks fast and all I do is nod. I look around, trying to spot a witch I can depend on, but I feel like I'm blinded. My heart is beating quickly and loudly. Rayne is in danger. I may lose her. I’m not ready to lose her. I’m never going to be ready for this. “Merida, go with Adrian!” Candice orders a

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

She had shunned her daughter in the corner, and she still dared to think how evil people were when they haven’t even done anything yet. Sitting straight, her knees crossed elegantly, Melinda put her hands on her legs, her eyes wide open. She braced herself for the moment when Zheira would face her, knowing full well of the throbbing pain her head would be subjected to. Zheira’s eyes were kind of special. It has a sliver crisscrossing pattern in the cornea and redness like that of a wine painting her irises, which was also splashed with an oceanic blue tint. It was beautiful to look at, at least for Melinda, as if by staring into it, she’d be standing near the heavens. On the contrary, once s