Novel & Cerita Purple Haze Jojo

I’m too weak to stop him from helping. I make the mistake at meeting eyes with Jace and when I see the pity swirling in the depth of his hazel pools my resolve breaks. My hearts shudders. How dare he pity me when he probably played a part in this horrible prank? That's it! This is the finally straw. They win! They broke me I'm done! I don't want this life anymore. I can't take it any longer. The suffering is just not bearable

The druid was doing something quietly and Leo assumed it was more incantations to help ease Jojo’s current state. As Leo sat there he watched his friend go through a whole host of different states. It started with him falling into unconsciousness then fits or shakes, sweats and he even started to scream at one point. Each time it changed the mage or druid would assure Leo that this was expected and it was good. That the antidote was fighting with the poison and it was the poison that was losing. Many hours later Leo felt as exhausted as Jojo looked, but all of a sudden Jojo’s skin started to ooze a green substance from his very pores.

Jago led the way with three of his top enforcers, their boots splashing through the oily puddles of the Deep-Gut. As we reached the "Grey-Zone" perimeter, the sky above us was a terrifying sight. The Spires were no longer glowing with their usual white-gold luxury. They were pulsing with a deep, rhythmic red—the "Purge Frequency." Huge, mechanical "Vulture" drones were circling the clouds like birds of prey, their searchlights cutting through the smog of Lagos. "Thermal sweep in five seconds!" Jago hissed, pulling us into the shadow of a collapsed highway overpass. "Drop your frequency! Now!"

Lila's POV “Look who called today, pussyyy!” JoJo’s voice blasted from the screen before his face even popped up. I burst into laughter. He was leaning against some neon-lit wall, the strobes from a club bouncing across his dark shades like he thought he was a celebrity. “JoJo!” I grinned, instantly lighter. “God, do you ever change? Every time it’s some dumbass word first thing on the call.” “Why would I?” He smirked, lips glistening from a drink. “You love me for it. Admit it.”

“Gemma was injured, but not badly. You better help him first.” Nero looked at Jo, who was slumped over against the shattered tree trunk. Judging from the up and down movement of his chest, Jo was still alive. And he looked incredibly healthy for someone who had just turned into Draconian. Nero took another look at Jo’s body. Something’s strange. He should have been badly injured. But he was fine. There’s not even the slightest scratch. “How can he be like that?” “I gave him the Endowment.” Lanaya crossed her arms, and also turned her attention to Jo. “The same gift I gave Hazkiel.”

I heard Jasmine her murmuring beside me “Yes she did….” I replied her with weak smirked and kept my eyes on Petro……. Third person POV: Draco, Jasmine, Albert, Tara… all patiently waited to see effect of spell breaking potion that was made by Jasmine…. however nothing seemed to happen Draco was still able to see faint orange colored fog around Petro…. which was indication that ‘Spell of Jaruda’ was still lingered on him…. however by the time they were waiting five minutes were up and Terra was back into her senses…. she vaguely shaked her head from side to side and found Petro was face was crunched in hideous way….

But the sky was turning black. Jade felt herself floating in this surreal space, her Phoenix form reduced to a soft, protective glow. Everywhere she looked, the "Ego-Virus" was spreading. Giant, obsidian pillars—looking exactly like the skyscrapers Julian had built in Lagos—were erupting from the playground, crushing the memories of Leo’s childhood.

"With Marco, I've already—" "How long are you going to keep lying to yourself, Haze?" Jonah retorted. The smile on his lips was cold, slicing through the air between them. "Your eyes are always on him. Always searching for him. You don't know that?" Hazel froze as if she had just been doused with ice water. Her pupils dilated, trembling violently. Her gaze… always searching for Marco? That had to be a lie. She didn't— "No way. I… I don't even want to see his face!"

The girl was clearly the opposite of the graceful Lolerei. Lolerei must be very anxious because this girl would be Luna instead of her. But she didn't need to worry at all because I would destroy everything Ikaros Alexandrovich loved. ***** Azalea's POV When I arrived at Jay's apartment, I noticed that my sister's scuffed leather shoes with worn-out soles were already by the door. And seeing those shoes, suddenly, guilt spread within me. If only my education wasn't so expensive, she would have bought herself a new pair of shoes.

"You're going to help me whether you like it or not anyway. Or else I'll decapitate your little Jacob Jung, wear his head as a necklace, and parade myself in the town plaza for you and for everyone to see." Hiro flinches at his words, and Joaquin shows him a cruel smile. He plants his palm on the table and eases up the ring, removing it slowly on his finger. Hiro watches as the hybrid's skin burns in contact with the sunlight, turning a deep shade of brown and red, it sizzles and peels off his skin layer by layer. When he raises his head to look at him, his face is burning too, but the smile never fades. It clears up after a minute, back to smooth, spotless, fair skin. He's wearing the ring