Rintaro Novels & Stories

I already did plan A and B, it’s time for plan C—the escape! Misty smiled, squinting her eyes as she took a step back. “No, thanks! I’m fine! Take care!” she waved at him and marched as fast as she could to exit the scene. The Korean tried to call her but she only walked as if the floor was sea and she’s chased by huge waves.

After trying to get Jochelo to tell her what the problem was and all he did was stutter in her mind's ear, she decided to leave it be for now, and went to her room. With Andreas upstairs working and Nick and Anna in the room with her, she beckoned Klitanis out of the stone and they all got to conversing. After a few hours, Anthony and Nick returned and as they talked, Eleanor let Klitanis stay. "If I'm thinking right, if this could bring the enemies out of the lake, maybe a reversal can push them back," Anthony said, staring at the small pink vial in his hands. "Until another dirty soul sees him again and falls for it," Leo said.

It only took about an hour to reach the summit. We sat down once we reached the top and he opened his backpack. “Here, I brought snacks and water.” I took a granola bar and water bottle from him, and he opened a package of beef jerky for himself. We sat next to each other and stared out over the view of the wilderness. There was something majestic about the Vermont outdoors—it was so thick with nature—maple, pine, and birch trees spread for miles, rising and falling against rocky hills and mountains. “So, why couldn’t we be seen together by your parents?” he asked, looking at me curiously.

Before we start the journey of our lead, let's meet the people that will give us some fun. Also, I'll be using (') to indicate thoughts. KANATHA TRION Kanatha is also known as Gulf Lewis. A 19-year-old beautiful young man. His hair is long and really beautiful for a man. There's a reason behind his long hair that we will find out soon. He was born a Trion but his identity was snatched away from him because of a bad past that caused him to lose his true family. Secrets about himself will soon be revealed.

His scars, those jagged maps of bioluminescence that traced his shoulders and throat, glowed with a faint, rhythmic pulse—a sickly, pulsating cyan that mirrored the heartbeat of the peak itself. "Stop touching it," Arung’s voice rasped. He was ten paces back, huddled under a thick, thermal-rated blanket, his breath blooming in white plumes. He was still clutching his side, where the bandage was soaked through with a dark, stubborn stain. "You’re acting like the mountain is a lover. It’s a rock, Rangga. A very large, very inconvenient rock."

The wind thinned as they climbed. It was not calmer, just sharper and colder. Every breath Ryan pulled into his lungs burned on the way down, as if the mountain itself were testing whether they deserved to keep moving. Aria stirred slightly in his arms, a small movement that felt heavy with the exhaustion of the night.

I got up and ran to his floating body and tackled him back to the floor, as I pulled us back to our realm. I landed on top of Kiran on the floor where we had just been, and Adara started crying. “Vekja upp.” I slid off him but kept my arm across his chest. “Vekja upp.” I felt the flames on my hands, and I hit Kiran’s chest with my fist. “Vekja upp!” I heard Kiran cough, and he rolled onto his side. “Kiran!” Adara cried, and she was right next to him, holding him, and he finally lifted his arm and put it around her.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

Zane The jet touches down with a low rumble, and I can already feel the tension in the air as we approach Nero’s territory. This is Leonetti land, and stepping onto it feels like walking into the lion’s den. I know the reception I’m about to get isn’t going to be friendly.

He shook it off and prayed for her, hoping Jesus would protect her and keep her safe. _________ River cruises along Route 244 down until she reaches the T-type intersection and makes a left onto Highway 385. It was getting somber by the minute, the cold wind kissing her hair, and the dark desert highway with only the moonlight shining the way was captivating. She was listening to ‘Beyond the View by Chance Pena’. It was one of her favorite melancholic songs and the scenery before her, went perfectly well with it. She was going the speed limit because she wouldn’t dare take her chances hitting wildlife, road kill, or any type of debris, especially on a highway with no lights to guide the way.