Pictures Of Sylveon Novels & Stories

However, she was never seen again. _FLASHBACK ENDS_ I reclined in my chair as Syrreon removed a frame from the bag he had with him. He slid it across my desk. In the frame was a picture of the princess. As I had expected, she had grown into a stunning beauty. She was tall with long wavy black hair with purple strands within and those stunning deep purple eyes with flecks of lavender within them. She kept her light mocha complexion. She was truly the best of both her parents.

Alsie POV- I’m so confused and frustrated. I’m not understanding what Anubis is trying to find out. Does he think my mates aren’t my mates? I put my hand out and Slyvia took my hand in hers, then she reached for Osiris’s hand. Slyvia closed her eyes and a few moments later she opened them, the milky white color that was present on the sides of her blue iris’s had almost completely coated her beautiful blue eyes. It was cool and eerie at the same time.

Covering its left eye was a mesmerizing swirl of mana that shimmered like liquid silver, adding an air of mystery to its already ethereal appearance. Its eyes were violet, bright and intense, glowing with an energy that seemed almost alive. Around its forehead was a crescent moon surrounded by droplets of water, as if the heavens themselves had marked it. The symbol pulsed faintly, emitting a power so overwhelming that it made my knees tremble. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was in complete awe, drawn to this creature in a way I couldn’t explain. And then I heard it. “Lynexia… Lynexia… Lynexia…”

Evan doubted that the Silverton elite circle could produce a woman more beautiful or striking than Sylvie. However, he immediately bought it when he saw the picture. That was because it wasn't an artistic shot, nor did it show any signs of retouching. It was a raw, original image.

All was quiet around me except for the beat of my recovering heart. My recovering heart? I flipped quickly on my front to look at Mana Sylveon who had gone unceremoniously quiet, my bleeding ears forgotten. Her brown eyes were dull, the crinkle at the sides and her lips pulled back in a smile. The smile looked frozen. Her entire expression was. What the fuck was going on?

It was smooth like something had burned faintly across the surface, leaving faint scorch marks in the shape of a hand. I jerked my fingers back, my heart racing faster. What kind of power leaves a mark like that? “This day keeps getting better,” I muttered. “Mysterious men, weird magic stones… what next, dragons falling from the sky?” And just like that, the ground trembled lightly. I froze then felt the familiar warmth brush against my chest. “Sylvie?” Her massive silver head pushed gently through the treeline, scales catching what was left of the sunlight. Her gold-molten eyes blinked down at me, softening when she saw I was fine.

Captivated by the beauty the scene had to provide her with, Seraphine found it to be a pity that s photograph can not be taken. Mind blown, Seraphine ran her hand through her long hair. Then, her eyes widened when she noticed the array of colorful butterflies scattered around the lilies. The wings of the butterflies were illuminated, and when the night-time appeared, the sight was way more pretty. Seraphine and Kayden spent the entire day here today, having snacks and roaming around the surroundings. The scene was too ethereal, and there were too many attractions for them to get bored. A sparkling blue stream flowed at the side of the valley, and the fish inside the water had silver-blue bod

It wasn't an explosion of light; it was a wave of **Color**. For the first time in years, I saw **Yellow**. The bright, blinding yellow of a sun that hadn't been filtered through smog. I saw **Green**. The deep, mossy green of a forest floor. I saw **Blue**. The clear, endless blue of a sky that had no satellites. The color washed over the chamber, eating the shadows. Selene’s armor began to flake away like burnt paper, revealing her simple violet tunic underneath. Her eyes cleared, the blackness washing out like ink in a stream.

all the things that an adoring, unknowing seventeen-year-old was not. Only his eyes had changed, Sylvie noticed, with a sudden sharp flicker of sensation which she immediately suppressed. Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes.

Liliana pleads. "Shhh...don't call me that!" I hiss. "My name is Sylvia now and I promise I will wake you up again. I just need you to stay asleep a bit longer. Please, Liliana. Don't argue with me," I say. Liliana growls inside me. "I don't like this," she whines and uses her force against me. The small vial of potion slips from my fingers and shatters on the floor, coating my skirts in an iridescent sheen. The potion is a liquid silver plated with turquoise stars.