She's Sun And Rain She's Fire And Ice Mga Nobela at Kwento

Icy’s POV I watched Queen Rain become a new being reborn in the glow of the moonlight. No longer was she human in appearance but a beautiful mixture of dragon and woman. Her colorful hair once again changed from pale blue to an electric blue. It was long flowing and her dragon wings erupted from her back. They were the same color as her hair. A surge of power filled the air around us as a dragon flame brand covered her visible skin. The flames looked alive as they raced up her body ending at her jawline where the king’s similar brand ended.

When the last snowflake fell at her feet, the gentle sun shone bright lights on the world, bringing her warmth that she hadn't seen in a long time, and making her think of the nostalgia she had carved into stone. She thinks she can stubbornly raise her head so that the tears won't fall, she thinks she can smile to face life and be an ordinary but happy little youkai, but even Even if you raise your head, it won't work, hot tears still running down her cold face and falling into the snow. “God of Fire León de Fuego… God of Fire León de Fuego… Can you see me? Come out here! I have something to tell you…”

Gods, they were. She lifted her hand. And chaos obeyed. First came fire, raw and golden, not the flickering orange of a student pyromancer, but sunlit and sharp. It danced along her palm, scorching the air. Then, without pause, ice. Not a misty chill, but razor-sharp spears of crystalline frost that hissed against the floor as they met the flame. The class froze. I even stopped breathing. Water followed, spiraling between her fingers like silk. Then air, gusting out in a burst that rustled cloaks and scattered pages. Earth bloomed beneath her boots in a sudden surge of moss and vine. And finally… shadow.

Rain is gone. Again. And this time, my rage ignites into a forest fire. “Find her!”

She stood beneath it, motionless, letting it fall over her like rain over stone. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. The fire was inside her now. And no amount of cold could wash it away. ---

Mostly people said her hair looked like flames of fire. Miranda was not any less better looking than her sister. She had beautiful long dark hair that complimented her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were so clear that looking into them made one feel as if they could see Miranda's soul! Miranda had a pair of long beautiful slender legs that made her look like a super model.

The sky is gray, as gray as the stone that rests atop the bed where Derrick eternally rests. I don’t care if it’s drizzling. I don’t care if I get wet as long as Cyrene and Hemera don't. I don’t give a damn if it will rain because, in my eyes, the world has long since been raining. Even with Darwin’s sunshine smile and moonbeam eyes, you can never keep rain from coming in my life. That no matter how bright the world is, one can never stop a rain from pouring. For after every rain, there is sunshine. And in every bright sunny day comes a cold and chilling rainy afternoon.

He looked down to find his feet had disappeared into several inches of snow. “Who are you?” he asked, surprising not only himself, but the wolf and the woman as well. The wolf dropped to its belly and whined and the woman’s widened. Miles could see the that the whites of her eyes were like glass, a thin layer of ice keeping them open. She opened her mouth to speak and ice cracked over her lips as she did. “We’re your memories,” she said, her voice croaked. “And we’re your heart.” “What does that mean? You're just my subconscious, right?”

Too pale, too thin. While I fiddle with the blanket like a girl with her dolly, the truck drifts outta its lane into the path of an eighteen wheeler. The driver honks and I bite back a roar. Don’t wanna wake my sleeping beauty. Instead, I glare at the driver with mad bear eyes. Fates, the kit isn’t even awake and the bear is fighting to protect her. Keep it up and she’s gonna think I’m her knight in shining armor. That’ll be a mistake.

She was a storm, and I was the damn sky. I kissed her forehead. Felt her exhale against me. She was home. She was fire. She was mine. ~~I’d silence the stars and poison the dawn if that’s what it took to keep her soul unshaken. Let me rot, burn, or bleed — so long as her peace remained untouched — I’d be fine.~~