Novel & Cerita Romantis

She gazes back again at the horizon, looking at the stunning view. Hughes went beside her and placed his hands on his hips. He sighed. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” “U-uhm, yes. It is.”, she replied meekly. “This place is called Kósmima. It’s a different world than the world we teleported in.”, he explained simply as he knew that if he told her everything, she wouldn’t be able to process it fully. “I…is this all a dream? Are you just a dream?”, she looked at him.

He cursed under his breath. The nun ignored his remark and stood beside Lucas again. She raised her both hands and closed her eyes. She hummed for a second and chanted her ritual, repeatedly, in endless loops. ‘Bron tu neto Sir ravyo forenso Portu harem mossuna! Domus, Domus, Domus!’

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His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Crista smiled and stepped closer. Katrina nodded, reaching up to touch my face. Why can’t I feel that? I don’t even smell her. I should be able to smell her. This has to be a trick. That damn witch is messing with me. That fucking bitch, I’m tired of her games. “He has a bit more color than yesterday. It’s slow, but he’s coming back. Alexander, Zio Damon, and André swear that the mate bond can bring someone back. And that it can be done even if the pair aren’t marked and fully mated.” Katrina sighed. This was surreal to hear and see Katrina but only through the mirror. I still don’t believe what I’m seeing.

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

“My secret weapon.” I said nothing, carefully threading my feet until I was back on the edge of the bed where I sat with my pendant in hand. Thomas dragged a chair to the space beside me. “Is it some kind of magic rock that you're going to be needing to curse Maya again?” “Its called lumaris.” “Lumuris?” “No.” I corrected sternly, “Lumaris. This rock is made from the dust of the actual powers Fire and ice wolves have. It is the most powerful secret weapon we could ever need.”

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.

"I had told the pact not to harm any of you but seems like Hans didn't understand my instruction very well. Good riddance he is dead by now, no? It's alright. You will come with me and I will help you. It's better if we patch that wound up before you bleed to death." Rosa's attention suddenly move to a few werewolves surrounding Ayara and when they picked her up, Rosa immediately lean forward to stop them. Nevertheless, she was truly losing her blood and weakening at the moment. Accidentally falling on the man, he hold her to his chest and smiled. She looks up frowning and whimpering. " Wh..who are you?" She asked. The handsome man cups her cheek gently. " The name is Marius Lambert, little