Miraculous Rooster Bold 소설 & 이야기

#MiracleDoctor and #BrilliantRosa dominated trends, echoed in languages from Mandarin to Spanish, Arabic to Portuguese. Amid the global attention, Master Ye’s eyes never left Arla-Rosa’s achievements displayed on the screens. His voice, calm but full of unshakable certainty, carried across the room. “Remember this, young ones,” he said to Cedric and Prince Miguel, who had joined via a secure feed. “Genius is not flaunted, it is proven. And when it is proven, no lie, no scheme, no imposter can erase it.”

In all my blue glory, I fly to claim my bride. *** Roxanne I sharpen my two-foot steel blade before holding it up against the morning sun. The light shines off the blade, which fractures it into multiple beams of brilliance. Soon it will bathe in blood-the magical blood of a dragon. I will clean off the gore using my white bride's dress and dance in the red puddles after I kill him. No sister of mine will become a dragon's bride today. My death for this deed will be satisfying-the ultimate sacrifice.

Luca said and Mira paid them. With just a few minutes of waiting at the claiming counter, the rogue wolf man that owns the addictive blood to Mira handed her order. But accidentally, their fingertips suddenly brushed against each other obviously the man jolted from the contact. There was an electrifying sensation that both passed through a simple brush. ‘Cold?’ “Here’s your usual brew Robusta espresso.” the rogue wolfman named Angel showed his charming smile that made Mira slightly smirk. “Thanks.” She replied with her cold voice that still give him shivers in a good way. Mira likes the effect she was giving to him and went to her usual spot near the window.

The things people couldn’t see or hear was what intrigued her the most. “Well good morning young Robin.” Rosalie smiled happily as she watched the beautiful Robin float down to an area in front of her. She had stopped her motion forward to give it time and sure enough it pulled out a slimy brown worm that wiggled in its orange beaks. His bright red chest told her it was male to which she assumed the worm was for his mate. He ruffled his grey feathers and flew away. She smiled happily thinking and hopping one day she would be able to find that to. A man that would protect her from anything but would love her like she was a porcelain doll.

Arnold instructed. Roasty tapped a button on his neck. There was a whirring sound and he turned into a small model of airplane. Then it flew to the corner of the room, pressed a button, and flew into the chute that emerged. “Gosh! That guy doesn’t fail to impress me. I admire its creator.” Mr. Roy said watching it with wonder. “Hmmm… I can trust it to do my work. All we need to do is to wait for him to return.”

I’m familiar with parrots of my world and this was a parrot spliced with fantasy and sci-fi madness. “I suggest you don’t touch that bird.” Roselinda said suddenly giving me a scare. When did she get into my room? Roselinda was standing near my door with my breakfast tray in her hands. “Why not it doesn’t seem be scared of me?” Moving closer to it as I spoke. “That is a phoenix. They can burst into flame at any moment and be reborn later. But bursting into flames can harm you, Milady.” Roselinda replied. She sat my try down on the table furthest from me. Roselinda feared this animal.

The rooster. Covered in dust and ash, tail feathers singed, but alive. He waddled over to me like he’d just walked out of a battlefield. “You made it too?” I said hoarsely. He clucked once and sat beside me. The absurdity of it all made me laugh. Just a little. A breath of humor in a sea of madness. We sat there in the mud, man and rooster, staring up at the house. And then—creak.

" N-o! Lea-ve m-e dammit!" Lifting him up making his feet to hang in the air. He is made to hang in front of Miraki. The sight making dread to settle in him. Miraki i.e the strongest wolf in history was an almost triple size wolf with jet black fur. Red eyes. Long barred canines and an aura that can make a pup piss. His nails were like pointed knives which could kill by mere touching. Yet the most striking thing was that mark of 7 stars on his back. Connected by a yellow light of thread.

I took a step near Beau and he flinched back. “Is the big bad Beta scared of a little chicken?” I taunted. “I'm telling you Bri, that bird has it out for me, there's something wrong with it.” I went back to stroking the roosters' bright shiny feathers. “Maybe he's trying to tell you something, like don't avoid the house when I'm left with a bunch of teenage boys talking about all the scents they can and have been smelling for months,” I sassed back before opening the front door and putting the rooster outside. He eyed the door as I shut it, visibly relaxing, but he did look a bit apologetic.

Brick nodded smirking at the older man. "Seems about as good a place as any to stir up a bit of trouble." he said. "Besides it's right through to the route we need to pick up the latest shipment and get our money." Rooster, whom had just one good eye blue in color while the other had been white and adorned via a scar across his cheek, nodded as he saw the logic behind the latest pit stop. "Alright." he said before repositioning his bike. "We ride where you ride....as always."