Shion Tempest Novelas e Histórias

“That’s right. You hold the Tempest Scepter, so you’re our leader.” “The holder of the Tempest Scepter is our leader. That cannot be changed.” Xitlaly nodded slightly at their persistent words and said, “Then, I order you to stop the army from advancing and retreat near the headquarters to be on standby. The Heavenly Warriors nodded. Just as they were about to stand up, Quartney’s furious voice came from the void. “What’s so great about having the Tempest Scepter? Do you want to perish or listen to her just because of a stick?”

Before I could panic, my eyes met Dymon’s, and the sheer reminder of his presence, the calm, unwavering look in them made me feel a bit more grounded. “Direwolves of the Syllian Isle, I have invited you all the day to celebrate the return, of my long lost, and yet most certainly beloved granddaughter Feyre. We all know what happened to my daughter Amelia, and the blight it cast upon my family.” He looked sad now, and paused, as if reflecting on his dead daughter, regret clear on his face.

Darkness soon took over, but her eyes remained unwavering on his lifeless form. As her strength gave out and her vision dimmed, only a single thought coursed through her mind, heavy with regret: “I’ll never forgive myself.” ***************** “Darkness, everything is too dark,” Nia’s soul murmured into the still darkness. She felt weightless yet unbearably heavy. Her mind wandered, unsure of where she was going ,but too devastated to care. A golden light broke through the thick void, so bright it made her blink. The light embraced her like a gentle hug, soothing her restless soul. From it emerged selene, the Moon Goddess, her beauty unspeakable, and her presence as calm as night itself.

No mother-in-law from hell, no cruel husband, and at worst, maybe a jealous ex-lover that attempted to kill me and failed. Selene gently takes my hand and I understand that Seth is right. I'm a child. I've been wrong all along. "If you need anything, let me guide you," Selene offers. I nod and blush, and now it is I that cannot look anyone in the eyes at this new court. No longer am I Dawn, the young and proud whom those feared, the Cursed Child, but now I am Simply Dawn. Simply Dawn is not feared nor hated, back at home, where she is the Cursed Child, and mayeb that is a good thing.

Mr Tempest. {Tempest-Mr Annoying's family title/ this is not his name. He is still a nameless demon but his family carry the title of Tempest and had a lot of high demons and arch demons in their family. Same as Reiya Tear. Tear is a family name. Reiya is a given name by Lady Lisa.}

How am I supposed to break through to someone who won’t even acknowledge me? I shake off my tumultuous thoughts as I begin to fly over Nepal, the wind in my feathers and the sun beating down as I soar through the clouds. Suddenly, I feel that unmistakable surge of frigid, cold vacantness that sends a shiver down to the tips of my tail feathers. I feel the static electricity that lingers in every calamus on my body, begin to flare, ready to ignite my wings into an electric powder keg. I home in on the location of the surge and dive in its direction. As I allow gravity to propel me closer to the ground, unease engulfs me when I realise a surge of this magnitude is highly irregular. The last ti

"What? How? I don't understand" "Shit has been trending since today, it's really crazy babe, you should see it." "Okay, I will," Prisca said and hung up anxiously. She burst into tears as she saw that a thirteen seconds video of her receiving backshots have been trending for the past hour. Clem wasn't visible in the video, just her. She started crying uncontrollably. Clem didn't post this video neither was he tagged or mentioned in the post. So who could have posted this? She asked herself.

Chapter Seventy-seven [ The soundtrack when Tempest] Ernest recalls the Bible verses in which Jesus exhorts His disciples to have courage during a storm while they are fishing on a boat. Jesus calms the storm while teaching His disciples to have faith. Later, Ernest remembers the song and plays it for his family on his smartphone. “When the storm is raging high, I won’t run, I won’t hide. Every trial, every fight is a call to stand and rise. Not by might and not by sight, but by faith I press ahead.

Hezekiah’s pale brows furrowed silently, looking towards the seething male who had the lasciviously dressed babel lord toddling behind him, he asked, “Demon king, what trail did you face?” Tempest raised a brow in confusion, but answered anyway, “I was given the option to fight either my desires, myself or my enemy.” He dared not reveal anymore not out of cautiousness but pettiness, why ever would he work with this bastard if not because of the portal and to take down that little wrench? He remembered his battle with him, the portal revealed quite a lot about how powerful the spirit grade weapon was, and the reason why he was so enraged was because that little bastard had nearly beat him!

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.