The Thirteenth Tale Mga Nobela at Kwento

Shishir pulled out the ring and placed it on her index finger with a satisfied smile on her face. Then getting on his feet, he pulled her closer and pressed his lips against hers. The firecrackers kept on bursting in the sky one after another witnessing the happy ending of the tale of Ojaswi and Shishir… THE ENDING OF MODERN FAIRYTALE

They all focused their attention on me, as if judging me and asking me why I was here, I did not know why I felt that way. "She is Emily LeStrange the 13th witch and will lead this coven against our enemy werewolves," Viktoria announced that no one seemed to be surprised by that news by their dead reaction. "How can we be so sure that she can lead this coven if she not capable of powerful magic like us?" A question arose when a woman with thick lipstick with blonde hair asked. "We will train her all and work together so that she can release her strong power," Viktoria said.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

the woman introduced herself and she was the one who answered my question. My mouth went agape for a moment. Raid has also the same reaction as me: confused and bewildered. Thirteenth celestial zodiac? Ophiuchus? “What do you mean? How come that there was a thirteenth grace when in fact Goddess Lumia only created twelve and she bestowed upon us?” I interrogated her out of confusion. She smirked at me, then, she lifted her hand and pointed her finger at our member, Zei. He floated on the air while his body is surrounded with green dotted lights. In just an instant, the man regained his consciousness and when he woke up, he cried because of nervousness as he realized he was floating on the air

' The guy said,with his eyes never leaving the lady on the bed. 'I know, dear. Wait. I'll dry off her blood instead. Why don't you go and freshen up.' She said and the guy sighed and left the room. The lady in her forties walked up to Catherina on the bed and brought out a wand from her pocket. She closed her eyes and pulled the staff towards Catherina. The purple blood slowly disappeared off her body and she stirred. 'What do you mean that you couldn't find her?' Keith said in a calm but cold voice. It was very obvious that he was angry. The other guy just stood behind him. He just kept quiet. He knew Keith was just overreacting.

Bored of the chase, sick of the burning in his lungs and thighs, he dug his heels in and snapped, "Stop!" The Unfortunate froze. "Turn around," he ordered, and she did as she was told. She hung her head as lightning flashed. Her blonde hair hung in her face, shielding it from him. He didn't need to see her face to know who it was. Thirteen was the smallest of the house Unfortunates. "Look at me." She lifted her head, and another flash of lightning, one bright enough to light her features, confirmed that it was indeed Thirteen. He absorbed a flinch at the sight of her. She was battered and bruised, the reason she was running clear on her face.

Her white eyes flickered as she looked around at the chaotic battlefield. “I do not come lightly,” she said softly. “But the tide has shifted. The Thirteenth Flame stirs.” Elias blinked. “The Thirteenth Flame? That’s not just a myth?” “No,” the Oracle replied. “It is truth.” Kairis moved beside him. “But that was sealed after your—after Valarieth’s death. It disappeared.” “I know,” Elias muttered, eyes locked on the Oracle. “They said it burned through time. Broke fate. No one could wield it.”

WEREWOLF IN THE SHADOW (A VEAWOLF AND A WEREWOLF STORY) Chapter 1️⃣ *The Family Slave* "Ouch"A little voice can be heard as she tries to lift herself up from the ground. She stands up slowly, holding her waist. She looked dirty and pale. Her face could show the result of poor nutrition. Her long an unkept hair laid on her back. She was trying to clean the kitchen when she slipped and fell.

On the chest of the third soldier, burned deep into the armor, was a number. XIII. Thirteen. Her stomach dropped. “Grey…” He saw it too. “That’s not just a symbol,” he said. “No,” Mira whispered. “It’s designation. Thirteen… like me.” Grey met her eyes. “They’re not just hunting you,” he said. “They made you.” End of Chapter Seven …………………. The mark "XIII" links Mira to the Ghost Howlers in ways she never imagined. Could her bloodline be more than a myth, could it be manufactured? And what will the war seer reveal about her creation?

The old woman shivered and held her paper bag close to her chest. “Can’t you hear me? "Keith exploded. “Please let me go. I have very less money and I’m a needy person. I have purchased my bread for tomorrow morning. Please have piety on me!” The old woman cried with teary eyes. “This is the last time I'm warning you to hurry up” Keith moved the knife closer to her face. The old woman took out her valet but kept it in her hand. “Please” The old woman begged. The tension between them increased and Keith pushed the old lady down the road and snatched her valet. He ran away as fast as he could and didn’t turn around.