Ouran Vase Novels & Stories

One of the men thought of his precious collections and said, “Ms. Jordan, I can give you my Skyatte—it’s the finest of all! There’s only one piece in the world. The auction price is starting at a hundred million!” “Skyatte?” Charmine’s beautiful eyebrows raised. “Yeah.” Thinking she was interested, the man excitedly continued, “Skyatte is a green vase made with the most ancient technique. They spent at least a thousand hours refining it in a high-temperature cave. Hundreds of procedures were put into it to transform it from mud to a vase!”

It is also a good thing that Hestia was wearing an all black outfit, it blends well with the dark surroundings of the basement and no one can easily notice her. “I found him.” Hestia said through the wireless earphone and she heard a hum from the other end of the call as a response. The auction is currently ongoing and they are in the Object Number 12 already. Object Number 12 was a vase with exquisite flower designs, such designs were in 3D form and it was magnificent to look at them. Hestia then activated her glasses in order to share what she was looking at to her spy partner. And with an awe, she heard Albert coo up on the vase. It was only a short bidding and the vase was sold for only

Kaze held the piece up for a look and asked nonchalantly. “Are you blind? Of course, you can tell whether it came from the vase.” The plump woman said in annoyance, “What are you up to? I’m warning you, boy. Don’t get any funny ideas. It won’t work on us. “You won’t be walking out of Marlboro until you pay the three million dollars.” Kaze chuckled and held the broken shard high before uttering indifferently, “Why would a vase dating back to 500 B.C. have the year 2015 printed on it?”

I had not realized that Alpha Aiden had so many vases and paintings in his room. I carefully dusted the intricate design of the vase, admiring the delicate brushstrokes that had been used to create the floral pattern. It was a beautiful piece, with a slim neck that tapered down into a wide base. The colours were vivid and bold, and the flowers seemed to almost come to life under my touch. As I moved on to the other vases, I noticed that each one was unique, with its own distinct pattern and colour scheme. One had a swirling blue and white design, while another was adorned with bold, red flowers.

His forehead furrowed when he saw my wounded hand. "Why is your hand look like that? You look like you were going to fight boxing " he said while laughing annoyingly and pointing at my hand. I glared at Aristotle who is smiling apologetically at me. Caleb grabbed my hand and covered my wound properly. "There! That's how it should be! " he said while clapping. I saw them wrapping the broken parts of the vase in the paper. I pouted and faced Aries. "That vase… is expensive isn't it?" I trailed. That's probably expensive. I will not be surprised if that vase is from Qing Dynasty.

I contacted the magical realtor, deciding to list the house. No point keeping a property that had served as a gateway between worlds. Time flew by as I immersed myself in the artifact trade. Until Sarah's phone rang again. Sarah contacted me urgently about the old house. "Aurora, you need to see this." The moment I arrived, my blood ran cold. A vase that had been in our mating den trembled on the coffee table. Then vanished. "!!!" I slammed my hands on the table, eyes wide with disbelief. "That vase was definitely there just now. Glass, with moonflowers."

"Yes. One bedroom with bathroom only. They eat what we eat at home. Ilayda takes care of feeding each one of them” "Magnificent. Is there a break”? “Collective day off on Sunday. Less tomorrow. In fact, today, because my father asked them to stay to clean up the mess at the party”. “What a beautiful vase” “It's a Chinese gift. A friend of a friend who gifted it.” "It seems to be quite expensive." “Evet (Yes) he is. This is an 18th century Chinese porcelain vase.” “It was created for Emperor Qianlong and forgotten in an attic for decades. It was sent to Paris for an auction for 16.2 million euros, being snatched up by the Chinese I told you about and presented it to his father”.

"Is that so? We have vases here!" She turned to open a drawer. "If I'm not mistaken, they're a purple vase here-" "Not that." "Pardon?" "Not purple. My mother doesn't like the color very much." -- When she finish washing them off and her guilt, she heard a knock on the door. A muffler voice followed. "Ma'am, here's the vase your asking for." "Ah," she replied. "Come in." The door opened. The maid that is assigned in the kitchen, Lina, entered, carrying a tall ceramic flower vase. It was glossy pink, a cute color.

Celine explained. "What if I don't want to participate in the game if I were being chosen?" Katara asked. "You don't have any choice, but don't worry. In our house no one was being chosen, not even once." Dianna uttered, a moment later. Katara saw in front four people carrying the massive vase, it seems it was made of gold. There is some script written on it, also a painting of warriors that was at the top of the dead bodies and raising his sword. It was like it shows that the one the Ancient Vase chose is really strong that could kill a mountain of people.

“Here is one of the vases. According to the text, there should be a match. You see this wolf design? This is the luna vase. There wasn’t an alpha vase in the shipment. Still, I have arranged these beautiful flowers. It really brings out the white in the vase and hides the gold pieces without clashing.” I had no idea what the flowers were. I knew what roses were and Baby’s Breath. Still, there were some that I think were carnations? Either way, the white wolf design was made of tiny pieces of square glass. It looked like it was placed and then mudded on like an actual tile. The design was big enough it took up the whole front size, leaving the gold part in the back.