Novel & Cerita Purple Lightning

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

I hate being in a rush We have six bathrooms , two on each floor but I swear it’s not enough I’m Mena’ by the way I just turned 18 today so it’s my birthday and I got my wolf a month ago right around the time my dreams stopped .Alpha and Beta pups get their wolves before their 18th birthday they can manifest as early as 15 but omegas have to wait until 18 and mated so Yay Me I couldn’t wait to get my wolf her name is Seaia. I love having my wolf she is magnificent all my senses are heightened now I can run faster and I have more energy than ever before I’m much stronger than I was before as well .Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

BOOOOOMMMMM… The sky darkened and purple lightning filled the heavens; anyone who saw the purple lightning could guess who was coming now. This figure was one of the most feared and stubbornly famous beings in the realm of the gods. It wasn’t just because of his power, but because of his mastery over lightning that made them dare not confront him directly. He was also one of the ancient gods known as the Emperor of Lightning.

Blue. Not the blue of the sky or ocean, nor anything earthly. This is the blue of lightning—of raw power given form—of divinity taking shape in flesh that struggles to contain it. It’s different from that night in the forest when her eyes transformed or the flashes he had seen staring back at her in the mirror. Her hair shifts as well. It starts at the roots; black fades away, replaced by silver that spreads and becomes an incandescent white—pure and luminous, as if it generates its own light.

The circle that had a butterfly pattern continued to lit up and the butterfly's wings were fluttering. As her father continued the mantra, she noticed that the light of the pattern switched from light blue to light purple from time to time. When Sebastian started his mantra while her father continued, the purple hue became much stronger than the blue. It almost devoured the blue hue but her father's mantra became a bit loud that the blue hue prevailed and balanced the blue and purple.

Stella shouts over the roar of the wind. “I’m not afraid of heights!” I shout back, tightening my arms around her waist. My fingers are numb to the bone, and I’m sure my hair has frost in it at this altitude, but below us, the most violent storm clouds I’ve ever seen twist and spiral, flashing with deep purple lightning, which is often followed by Zayn’s bright blue bolts. A battle of epic proportions is taking place–still. But not for long, if I have anything to do with it.

This isn’t her usual pattern. I walk out just as she begins sending lightning strikes at our camp. My men begin fighting against her troops and she and I battle with our lightning, mine is white, hers is a bluish purple, dark. My sword absorbs every lightning strike she sends but I’m having to work hard to keep up. She’s throwing them at me fast and furious. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize that something is wrong with this scenario, but I don’t have time to figure out what it is. I need to protect my soldiers.

She closed her eyes and unleashed every single drop of the pure, uncorrupted white light of the Architect Imprint stored within her soul. The pure white light flooded into Sebastian’s dark matter. It was the ultimate paradox. The First Architect had gone mad trying to fuse the light and the dark by force. But Harper wasn't forcing it. She was giving it to him with absolute, unconditional love. A blinding, impossible explosion of color erupted from the center of the plaza. It wasn't violet. It wasn't white. It was pure, radiant Platinum. The howling winds of the singularity instantly died. The crushing gravity vanished.

The nearer clouds in the sky were dark grey with a purple undertone, and the ones in the distance were lighter, changing from blue to purple. The sky was lit up by bright purple lightning, with some streaks bright white streaks enhancing the effect. On the ground were pinkish-purple roses with dark green leaves and stems. The ground itself was hidden by the flowers and grass that grew but there was a clear path down the middle as though one had walked through it paring the roses. The feeling Yuan Rui got from this painting alone was ethereal. It gave off a surreal feeling but made him wonder why the beauty captured in this painting was angry. The anger clearly