Serperior Shiny Novels & Stories

She could barely look at anything for more than five seconds without feeling light-headed. "You look… awful, Agent Shirley," Az said as soon as Shirley approached her. "Oh well... thank you, Az Cap," replied Shirley. "No, no. I didn’t mean it like that. I intended to say -- " "I understand what you mean; don't worry. I know I look awful, and I feel awful as well. " Az Cap chuckled lightly: Shall we? "You're the boss," Shirley responded amusingly. --------------------------------------------------------

S H E S T O O D A few feet away from the tall mound of stone and marble that cast a shadow over her from the setting sun. For an unknown reason, Natasha found herself visiting that place more than once in a week, just to let out the day's weight and gaze upon the twenty-foot statue of the Blue Streak which captured him in a sprinting position and the large lightning bolt emblem plastered to his chest being the only thing that had color as a blue glowing lamp enclosed in a glass case was attached on top of it, highlighting the emblem.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

"They go out. On and off." "They're on and off more than a freaking light switch," Alice said and rolled her eyes. "He's cute," Brooklyn commented and rubbed her head. The pressure would not go away. "Not as cute as Harry," Sasha said, looking at Brooklyn. "Harry? Cute?" Alice laughed. "I once knew a killer pitbull that was cuter than him." "Alright, he's hot," Sasha corrected herself and Brooklyn stayed quiet. She didn't deny it. A mass of high heels clicking could be heard and Brooklyn rolled her eyes when she heard Stacy's voice.

I have Light, and well, if what she did to Silvano is even a fraction of her power, I’m going to say me, and the baby is in good hands. ‘I will do my best to keep you and the pup safe. However, I cannot use the full extent of my power in this form. So keep that in mind.’ Light cautioned as I pulled out of the driveway. “Damn, this is a sweet ride. A Maserati Ghibli Trofeo, it can go from zero to ninety-six kilometers in under four seconds.” Persephone whistled in appreciation as she wrung a hand over the dashboard. She and papa were total gear heads.

Michal notices before I say anything and helps me back to the blanket like I’m carrying glass in my bones. I sit down slowly, careful with myself, and he drops beside me with a small grunt, his hand resting on my thigh like a reminder he’s right there. Shelly returns dripping and triumphant, flopping onto her towel beside me with all the grace of a seal. “I’m officially the water queen,” she declares. “I just beat Sebastian at breath-holding.” Sebastian trails behind her, rolling his eyes as he dries his face with his shirt. “Because you cheated.”

“Did the little orphan fall down again?” Sierra didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. She just watched the trio with lowered lashes. They stood above her like hungry crows: Elara – The Leader: Pale blonde, perfect lips, eyes like chipped quartz. Always smiling when it hurt most. Gloria – The Shadow: Lanky, wolf-eyed, knuckle bruises, laugh like shattered glass. Patricia – The Echo: Pretty brunette, fake pout, sharper tongue than blade. “Maybe she’s waiting for someone to help her,” the wolf-eyed girl said, crouching close enough for Sierra to smell her sour breath. “A prince, maybe?”

"It’s a Vessel." Leo stepped forward, his indigo runes pulsing with a surgical, blue light. He was holding a handheld scanner he’d salvaged from the Senate ruins. "Mother, it’s a Synthetically Replicated Shifter. They’ve taken the data from the 'Silver Sanatorium' and the 'Grid-City' and they’ve 3D-printed a predator. It has our strength, our speed, but it has Zero Emotional Noise. It’s the 29th Protocol: The Perfected Heir." The silver-white beast stopped at the base of the Citadel. It looked up at me, and its eyes weren't eyes—they were Lenses of Pure Calculus.

The world dropped away as Seraphina surged forward and I became dragon with her. Golden. Bright. Alive. Not the corrupted gold of Lucian’s scales. Not black-veined. Not shadow-stained. Seraphina’s body unfolded in pure firelit gold, scales shining like sunlight over molten metal, wings spreading wide enough to make the people below cry out. Her claws flashed clean and sharp. Her eyes burned with proud golden fury. The air around her warmed, not with death, but with life that refused to kneel.

They looked like superhero legs, and I was destined to have them wrapped around my head and waist. She had these beauty marks on the top and inside of her right ankle. They made you notice her toes. And her feet, Egyptian, with her big toe being the longest and the other digits flanking in descending length. My fetish intensified looking at her beautiful feet. Her toenails were naturally polished and blemish free, squared and clipped modestly. "Fūck you're beautiful!" I said as I laid her down on the bed. I began kissing her bow-shaped lips with my hand placed on her stomach. Her almond shaped deep brown eyes searched my face. I let my nose rub her slender one as the affection was turning in