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Kabir, “Now that’s a good question. Legend says after he witnessed the destruction caused by Serkhet he was swept with regret and a bitter realization of what his obsession in finding the perfect celestial has caused, disregarding the forces of nature. It is said that he handed over the Heavenly Realm to his daughter Isret and became a human to live among his creations in secret. However, the rumor goes that his powers did not diminish even when he became a human. He had followers who were loyal worshippers of him and also safeguarded his secret. The Faith of the Blue was a staunch devotee and powerful sect who were the only ones that had the knowledge of Uraos’s whereabouts and secrets.” Ne

Red whispered to his brother. “Okay! Let us now give tribute to our performer,” Blue announced as he began strumming his guitar. He paused and added, “You’re about to hear the most beautiful voice in the entire world—let’s welcome Redrigo McArthur, whose voice sounds like it’s being tortured!” Everyone laughed and clapped. “You’re so mean,” Red said to his brother, then turned to Katleya. “Even though I don’t have a voice as nice as Blue, I’ll make sure this one makes your heart flutter. I hope you like it, my princess.”

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, tracing the firm lines of his chest… … After Homer, Landon, and Aria finished their breakfast the next morning, they piled into a car headed for Mount Southbore. Autumn came early to these mountains. Frost-tinged winds swept through endless stretches of crimson maples, painting the rolling peaks like a canvas splashed with rich, bold colors. The mountain road wound upward like a ribbon, its end lost somewhere in the misty green depths above. That was where the Conclave of the Arcane would be held. A black Bentley rolled to a smooth stop in a wide plaza. The door swung open, and out stepped Homer in arcane robes. His eyes were bright as stars, and his long

Because there are monsters in the shadows of Blue bridge forests, and their king needs his queen. In the deepest hours of the night, when the moon is at it's powerful and shinest peak the beasts begins to lurk around Crawling through the streets of the tiny, secluded town. That seems to be the new genesis and fate of Blue Bridge. The people and locals of the town quiver in fear hiding out in their homes and not being able to move freely around their own town. Their doors marked with symbols of protection as stated in the bible to ward off the angel of death that came to take life. The fear made some of the locals religious and fetish taking offerings to the edge of the town’s limits or to th

In the middle of a scene, he puts his arm around me and I walk up to him. -I really like you Mindy. I pull away and get up from the couch. -This is happening so fast," I was about to leave, but he stops my arm. -Please don't go. -Let go of me. -Please, you have to remember me, don't you remember me at all," he hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear. "Blue lake." -¿Blue lake? -Blue lake. -¿What's wrong with you? -It's not working.

Hana was fearless, "I'm always ready." Space magic was laid out by Tom again with a thicker level. Ten layers of overlapping space will put pressure on the protective circle created by Blue Heart. And Hana felt her body go rigid again. (This spell is too powerful) Hana said to herself. She didn't want to be locked into one of Tom's spaces again. Hana touched the tail of her eye; four mermaid tears fell into her hands. Hana used that hand to continue stretching the bowstring. The ten blue fire arrows left the Blue Heart one after another. The first arrow successfully breaks the first space. Tom was as arrogant as ever; Hana couldn't break this space, Tom thought to himself.

CHAPTER 132: STONE AND SPIRIT LUCIEN'S POV: Song of the Chapter: “ARCADE” – DUNCAN LAURENCE *** The morning air is brittle with silence with no sounds of birds, no wind, only the low crackle of half-dead embers and the throb of something breaking inside me.

Chorus: Collectors glide, their wallets gleam, Chasing strokes of every dream. Food exquisite, voices blend, A night of paint that never ends. Verse 2: Oh, the colors flare, the night’s alive, Rich and famous in their hive. Mingling soft with glass and cheer, Art’s the pulse we all revere. Standing tall, we’re lost in awe, Canvas whispers tales so raw. Verse 3: Spectators rise, their claps resound, Awe wraps tight, no silence found. Beauty spills from brush to frame,

and Julian actually choked on his espresso, spraying a fine mist of caffeine over an expensive Persian rug. Alaric wasn't just healthy. He was blue. Not a pale, sickly blue. He was a vibrant, shimmering shade of cobalt. His ears were navy. His forehead was a deep, electric indigo. His hands, which he had folded elegantly in front of him, looked like they belonged to a high-ranking member of the Blue Man Group. Even the whites of his eyes had a delicate, cerulean tint. "Good morning," Alaric said, his voice booming with a confidence that was horrifyingly at odds with his appearance. "I apologize for the delay. I have been... recovering my vitality."

Rainbow Gosh I'm so scared I'm freaking out Ma'am Nina had already called Blue and told her that she should come home and meet someone I'm really terrified right now I wish I could run away Last night was peaceful for me Because I heard stories about Neptune City Though the stories were sad ones, I was still very glad that my mother and Jace were okay And Jace is now a prince So awesome But right now I'm really paranoid I wonder if Blue would come today Or maybe tomorrow