Rin Bl Novels & Stories

There was nothing. Spotless. Raine was a person that looked expensive. I was one to notice what she was wearing just like everyone else, but I saw the wandering of her eyes. When she knew she was right, and had a ground to stand tall on, she never blinked. When she was uncomfortable, she'd roll her eyes before breaking eye contact. Many people would take that as Raine shrugging them off, but he from what he could gather, it was something that she did to hide her self consciousness.The truth it, she didn’t know how to react, and the rolling of her eyes, was the one thing that would get her out of whatever situation she was in.

But another question lingers in my mind, one that keeps me up at night. “Evelyn,” I murmur, “what do you know about the Frinx?” She blinks, taken aback. “The Frinx? Why?” I hesitate, debating how much I should reveal. “I read something about it. How it creates glaciers… but at a cost.” Her expression darkens. “Yes. It does.” I lean in. “But did Anoryl know?”

Hopefully no one is noticing. Ren looks up at me, that cool icy blue eye on the left side is unnerving as ever. A part of me has a feeling those strange eyes of him allude to his secret. “Brielle, what’s your opinion on this?” Ren ask. “Should we end Alpha meetings?”

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

Brynn said flatly. Amerie took out her phone. Half of her right eye had turned back to hazel. She tried to hide her shock, but a glance at Brynn proved there was no point Still, she pretended to look under her lower eyelid for the imaginary contact lens. “Oh, weird. I didn’t even notice—“ “Hello, pup,” Brynn smirked, Blaze mirroring her expression. Their fingertips flowed with a faint purple aura. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

She was rummaging for something in a chest. "What are you looking for, Ayla?" "This!" she exclaimed as she lifts a vial in the air. "What is that?" I asked. The vial she's holding contains some kind of fluid. "It's wolfsbane. And this," she said as she took a bag. "Are silver arrows."

One evening while Shieena was skinning an unfortunate rabbit and Nio was lighting a fire, she asked: “What kind of dark magic did you use back in the village? I've never seen anything like it." Nio stared at her for a moment, thinking about the question, then replied: “Hmm. It's not dark magic. It’s just a different kind of magic. More powerful magic." Shieena did not understand: “But I thought there was only elemental magic. What you used was not elemental magic. Elemental magic cannot be seen. Yours is visible. And, and I could feel it." Nio smiled: “Yes little goblin, you did see it. It's called raw magic. That's what you get when you mix all the magical elements together."

Continued from last part....... Before I could blink, a knife was rushing towards my chest, I had less than a second to grab the blade, stopping its path for my heart. I bit back a groan at the pain of the very sharp blade cutting into my palm but I held on firmly. Enraged, ice blue eyes framed by dark runny mascara met my gaze. Elliott. She let out a small cry and pressed harder, trying her absolute best to get the knife into my chest while I held on, the blade cutting deeper into my palm, blood ran down my arm and dripped onto the floor, the only sound in the room apart from our breathing.

But what shocked him the most is the small shirtless figure who Drake was holding close. “Ricky?” Neal whispered out. Ricky was shaking. His face was a mess from all the crying. He is injured. It’s the first time he is seeing him like this. And it is the first time he is seeing a girl in Rendell’s house after he came here. Neal assumed it was Allison. She was also beside her brother who tried to calm her down. “Seriously, what the hell is happening?” Neal startled at the voice of his friend and signaled him to keep quiet.

“Hello, can I speak to Freedom, please?” “What’s the first fact?” asked a man at the other end. “It is a preonic and an abundant number. Its prime factorization of two-three-seven makes it the second sphenic number.” “. . . the second.” “The angle rounded to whole degrees for which a rainbow appears.” “. . . the third.” “It’s an English pop/rock music band.” “. . . and what’s the answer?” “forty-two,” JC concluded. “Ok. Is this Mr. Martin?”