Purple Hyacinth Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊. "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading.

But when you're put in this situation, everything you used to feel is just flown out the window. The cold November air makes a shiver run down me reminding me to go in, I sigh rising to my feet starting to make my way back inside. As I close the door I hear Anthony talking to Amelia upstairs, I smile a little making my way down the hall when I pass a door that's never open, but for some reason it was wide open. I stare down the hallway making sure Anthony wasn't near by before slowly walking in, it led to a different room with a desk, a few bookshelves and chairs. The thing that caught my attention was the phone sitting on the desk, this is the first phone I've been near one since I've come

The darkness swallowed them whole. ☠️ End of Chapter 16

The moment my fingertips touched the carving— The world disappeared. Blood. So much blood. White wolves knelt in enormous stone circles. Hundreds of them. Priestesses. Each wore flowing crimson robes instead of white. A woman stood before them. Her hair was completely white. Except for crimson streaks running through it like fire. Her eyes... They were mine. She smiled sadly. "The last daughter has come." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She walked toward me. "You have waited long enough." "Who are you?"

**This is a torture chamber chapter. Please skip if it is not to your liking.** Harin drifted in a hazy state, a deceptive tranquility lulling him into a false sense of security. He lay on the soft, verdant grass of a meticulously manicured garden, the warm rays of the sun caressing his bare torso. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of nature. He smiled, a genuine, unburdened expression, and reached out a tentative finger to touch a vibrant butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower.

The birthing sanctuary's memory lingered in his mind, a beacon of hope in the tumultuous storm that surrounded him. _______ **Chapter 16 (Continued): Prophecy Unveiled** The world trembled on the precipice of chaos as the prophecy's ominous whispers loomed closer to fulfillment. The battleground, a tumultuous canvas of clashing forces, reverberated with the echoes of a destiny foretold. Seraphina, her presence ethereal and commanding, stood at the forefront, a beacon of strength amid the impending storm.

"Didn't you know that Hyacinth is a red Zircon gem?" Penelope brought her face closer to look into Heinrich's eyes. "Like the color of your eyes." Heinrich raised his eyebrows. This woman was hilarious. "Is this a new kind of pickup line...?" Heinrich asked softly. Penelope shook her head again. "The stone on your tongue, which looks like a zircon... and your eyes, which are red like hyacinths... are not pretty. It's like two colors on you are different and can't blend together... Why don't you change the color of the stone on your tongue to that of your eyes...or vice versa?"

“Harriet the Spy. Chapter one. ‘Harriet was trying to explain to Sport how to play Town.’” Chloe read the first chapter to Caitlyn and when she was finished and looked over at the sick little girl in the bed, Caitlyn had fallen asleep with a small smile on her face. Chloe blotted the tears from underneath her lashes. Caitlyn looked so small and vulnerable lying there with her eyes closed. Her breath was shallow and there were dark bruises under her eyes like thumbprints. Her skin was translucent and the network of blue veins was visible beneath the pale skin. Someone stepped into the room and laid a hand on Chloe’s shoulder.

A warm smile crept up on his face seeing me and it reflected in his mostly cold eyes, giving me a sense of belonging. "Hey! You are up early? Did we wake you? We tried to be discreet and quiet," said Xynathius holding the door open for me and gesturing me to enter. "Good morning and no, I just couldn't sleep," I entered his haven and was stunned into complete silence. It was like stepping into a lush oasis, a world of vibrant hues and fragrant blossoms that enveloped me in a symphony of scents. The first thing that caught my eye was the richness of the colour purple mingling with green. There were hundreds of plants scattered all over with flowers of miscellaneous shapes and sizes and shades

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One