Novel & Cerita The Pillar Men

“Did you find out if you’re getting a new place? Don’t all professors get their own condo or something?” “The Pillars?” I smooth my hand down my face. When did I fall asleep? Sometimes, I don’t even notice the pull of my powers until it’s too late. I make a mental note to reach out to Posey for a new charm–or two… or three. “I haven’t heard, but I’m sure I will.” I think of The Pillars, which is a neighborhood on the outskirts of campus that was built in a semicircle atop glass columns jutting out of the ice. It’s like a moon that hugs the campus with a view of Aurorium, the closest big city to LU. “Well, I really hope you don’t. I don’t want a new roommate.” She winks at me and leaves me al

Jackson-crow spoke, his voice sounding like a whisper of dry snow. He was perched on the edge of the dais, his form no longer a bird but a Grey-Vector Shadow of a nineteen-year-old boy. He pointed toward the perimeter of the dais, where eleven massive pillars of emerald-white ice stretched toward the obsidian sky. Inside each pillar was a woman—a Sun-Walker—frozen in the exact moment of her "Liquidation". "The High Council didn't delete them," Jackson whispered. "They Stored them. These are the Pillars of Precedent. Every time you struggle, every time you feel 'Too Much,' the Loom references these eleven souls to find the most efficient way to suppress you".

Singers brandishing his gun, the man bound to the pillar was stricken with fear, his eyes widening in disbelief. Being a member of a gang in Sunshine City, he knew all too well the reputation of Mr. Singers, the one individual they never dared to cross. "If you intend to end my life, go ahead. I won't betray my comrades," the man bound to the pillar declared defiantly. "As you wish," Mr. Singers calmly replied before swiftly pulling the trigger, sending a bullet straight into the man's forehead. The bound man's eyes remained wide in shock, unable to comprehend the sudden and brutal turn of events.

To my right was the central pillar of the tower a fused, twisted spine the width of a redwood tree, made from thousands of crushed skeletons. Hollow Men lined the path. They stood shoulder to shoulder, acting as a living guardrail. They didn't move. They didn't breathe. Their blank, white faces tracked us as we passed, a thousand silent witnesses to our surrender. "Keep your head down," I whispered to Leo. "Look defeated." "I don't have to act," Leo murmured, clutching his stomach. "Being this close to him... it feels like standing next to a drain. He's sucking the air right out of my lungs."

And she had an amazing smile hung right from the entry to moment she made her way to her seat. "Jeremy!" Mr. Pats called out to him as he seemed physically off from staring at Betsy. "Are you alright?" "Perfect!" He replied immediately smirking at him. "So," Mr. Pats ignored and began making short steps round the class stage. "Last time, we were talking about the oldest artifacts in Pillars, and we made mention of a lot of things. You see, Pillars is at least 600 years old, older than the rest of the neighboring towns. More developed even, as a matter of fact, the only city among them, not even Castle's fast growing Shade."

Rozi took out a flashlight, and Adrian taught her how to turn it on. When it was on, Rozi shone the light on the pillar and said, "The pillars have been around for a very long time. They’ve become encased in ice. It looks brittle and easily destroyed." Adrian nodded. He was unable to tell what was hidden within the pillars since they were frozen solid. After studying the pillar, he realized something was off about the engraving. Rather than being a simple engraving of a dragon, it was formed by countless humans in agony and despair. The humans’ bodies were joined together, forming the dragon.

I managed to say. "Our men? OUR MEN?!" he laughed, "My men! When I said I hand-picked every single one of these three-hundred and thirty men, I meant I picked the men who were loyal to me not you. The rest of the Moretti men were loyal to you, there were of no use to me, so I left them behind in Sicily." I glared at him, "You—"

After a split second of silence, blinding rays of light suddenly emitted from where he had flicked, and—after an explosive sound—a hole soon appeared at the other end of the pillar as light shot out of it! By that point, cracks that looked similar to spider webs had already formed on the pillar. Staring in horror, the masters watched as the entire pillar exploded before their very eyes! Most of the area was momentarily clouded in white debris, and when it finally cleared again, the masters could all be seen with both hands raised. Utterly terrified, all of them kept their hands firmly in the air, not daring to even move an inch. If Gerald could do that to a pillar, all of them were too scare

Never inside. And never like now—with the man he swore he’d never protect again standing at the top of the grand staircase in nothing but black silk pajama pants, a cigarette tucked between his lips, and a smirk designed to make any man hate himself for wanting. Saxon Rivera. The mob heir. The boy he’d once ruined. The man he was about to ruin again. “You’re late,” Saxon said, exhaling smoke without taking his eyes off Cain. His voice was slower than Cain remembered. A little deeper. But still the same bastard blend of condescension and boredom. Still the same sound that once made Cain want to fall to his knees and bite something tender just to make Saxon feel.

Laid Straight on the floor, right in the middle were the red carpet,Then the glorious Hallerusia Pillars of Leaders 12 large pillars in the middle of the Audience Chamber, a symbolic Piece, for the Ministers of the nations and also to honour the 12 Largest Nobles Family in the Kingdom. “Help…plea..please…help me…”. (Prime Minister Mopius Kraltor) “I..I..am..on the wrong……please….pardon..my sins….sire…COUGH!!…blleerrghh!!..”. (Finance Minister Duke Montreal Jamon) “...Argh….I can’t feel my legs…..”. (Foreign Minister Viscount Lemilo Lake)