Sunset Senja Novels & Stories

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

On July 20, 2017, Selene celebrated her seventeenth birthday. They were quite modest - at noon she met Sara and Jennifer on the beach and introduced them to Damon, who went there with her. Sara and Jennifer's boyfriends also came, and so those three couples had a great time splashing in the water, eating ice cream, playing in the sand and sunbathing, all the time talking about various topics.

His tone was seductive, and I found myself leaning back against him. “Sienna.” I reply breathlessly. “Beautiful name for such a beautiful she-wolf.” He replies. I barely even noticed what he had said, assuming that it was a pet name. All I could think about was the heady scent of pinecones wafting around me, making me lose all other coherent thought. With each beat of the music, my heart rate seemed to escalate to match that of the tempo and with it my body heat. I was beginning to feel hot, really hot. And that scent. Where was that scent coming from.

How scary was it… to know that she could lose the one she loved in a heartbeat… ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Selena was mesmerized at the scenery. A large bonfire. People eating barbecues, drinking, dancing and sharing stories around it. Inaudible conversations and the sounds of the djembe and bongo drums playing in the background. The sunset, flooding those wonderful colors on the calm waves of the sea, emphasizing the beauty of the golden sand. How could she not want to paint something like this? Standing barefoot on the sand, she ran her brush soothingly on the canvas, pouring emotion in every little stroke, wanting to capture it all.

Are you all available? Leigh: I’ll have to pass. Sorry. Lexi: Sure. Owen: (2) Knight: Of course, I won’t miss it. Kenzie: Wow! Do you all have girlfriends now? O_O ‘We’re heading to Jungle K, guys. Don’t forget to bring your essentials, and we’ll leave at noon because Sariel wants to see the sunset at the peak.’ Kenzie: So it’s a sunset hike, huh? Lexi: Sure, where should we meet?

OCTAVIA. My chin rested on my knees as I watched the beautiful sunset. There was a cool breeze blowing, which felt great with a serenity that soothed my soul. My curls were gently bouncing around my shoulders. The scent of sunshine, citrus, and sandalwood teased my senses. I sighed, content with how perfect this moment was. It felt like something straight out of a movie or something. Certainly, an experience that I’d love to repeat. ‘Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully,’ was a quote by Kristen Butler.

Selena let out a chuckle. She can see that Reimus is now, standing in front of his pack and explaining to them their situation. They look upset and Selena frowned with a sigh. Further down her vision, a young couple kissing behind a tree in the woods. Selena blushed as it reminded her of her own lover. Her vision narrowed, zooming out and scrolling through every single nook and cranny, observing everything until it widened to the seashore and panned across the horizon. The bright orangy yellow sun stood mighty, reminding how humble the being under it. Selena holds that vision for a few seconds; breathtaking it is.

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.

she replied, her breath getting heavy again. “We want sunset on the beach,” I think. As he spoke the room faded and she found herself on a bed of flowers, on a private beach. A glorious sunset turned the world around them from plain white walls to fantastic shades of red, burnt orange and baby pink, with golden streaked hues throughout. The scent of the ocean lingered on the breeze. Soft music wafted from somewhere and Katalea’s mouth dropped open. “The song of the sea. The scent of flowers.” He smiled at her, pleased at her surprise.

Charlie The sun sets differently over the mountains now. Six months ago, I nearly watched the sun die. I saw it swallowed by a black disc, turning the world into a cold, purple twilight that smelled of rot and end-times. But tonight the sunset is a riot of tangerine and bruised gold, painting the snow-capped peaks of the Northern Territory in fire. It’s vibrant. It’s loud. It’s unapologetically alive. I stand on the balcony of the Alpha Suite at Bloodmoon, leaning against the stone railing. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the distant smoke of a bonfire down in the village.