Terra X Aqua Novels & Stories

Pre-dawn light almost crept over the perimeter as the black skycar floated down to the lower levels. It was too timely for much activity in Aquila, but the hovels had already come alive as vendors threw open their doors and listless workers headed toward jobs in the coal mines or to the few factories that still make use of manual labour..

My eyes can never remain the same again. God, i need Holy water.

The marsh water rose, not attacking but lifting gently, forming a barrier between villagers and shadow creatures. The shadows struck it and dissolved like ink washed clean. Mara stared in shock. “You didn’t destroy them.” Isabella’s voice shook. “I redirected them.” The water settled again. Silence returned. Ash lowered his sword slowly. “Well,” he said, breathing hard, “that’s new.” Mara turned back to Isabella, something like respect in her gaze now. “Perhaps,” she said quietly, “this cycle truly is different.” Far away at the border, Rex felt the surge through the bond and smiled faintly despite himself.

' she reasoned. A strange slimy liquid dripped on her face from the stalactites above her. Teresa was in trouble, and Rex could sense something was wrong. Teresa was so overwhelmed by the ominous presence that she couldn't even move when Rex barked at her to leave. She slowly raised her head and looked up. Thousands of chimeras hung above her, their backs sprouting worm-like creatures. "C-chimeras?! " she muttered. A loud shriek escaped the mouth of one of the chimaeras as it opened its eyes and looked down at Teresa.

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A