Touhou Project Flandre Mga Nobela at Kwento

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Don’t you want to join? - What kind of games? Do you want to play cards? Dama? Chess? I am not that good at chess... Amélie laughed even harder, same as her maids: - Not exactly, my dear. Let’s start my kittens! Flora is no stranger! - Kittens? asked Flora confused - During playtime, Sophie and Lola are my kittens. "Oh, sh*t" cursed Flora, finally comprehending what she got herself in!

He flipped through the thin sheets and said, “The Orb of Phlareus is a sphere with an infinite flow, like a streaming river with an unknown source. Put it in a glass or a barrel or a well, and it will continuously fill until it spills out. Because of its endless flow, the humans designed and created the Flerin.” “The Flerin? What is it?” “The Lake of Fire is another name. It’s where the orb can pour its own magic with no trouble of spilling out. But I don’t know how or why it worked … I’ve never seen it yet.” “A lake of fire inside the palace? What for?” “A mystery still unknown,” said Estevan, “But rumors say that the weapons they used to win the Red Century War were from that lake. One pro

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

No humor. I watched him flip another page, still hunting for a miracle. The plan hadn’t changed: I drink poison, the four siphoners—Chloe, Samantha, and their twins—drain my power fast enough to feed it into Freya without the Flame burning her alive. She channels it to seal the barrier and push improvements through—fertile soil, clean water on the other side—so the next Flame bearer doesn’t inherit starving, furious people. I leave notes. That’s it.

Lila POV “One.” I held up my forefinger. “You definitely aren't letting me on what is going on with you. So I better head home and rest to prepare for tomorrow work, Nico.” I held up a second finger. “Two. You said I could leave, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.” He slowly slid his hands into his pockets, a quiet sigh sounding under his breath. His jaw tightened and the muscles in his cheek shifting slightly. Disappointment burned in his eyes as he fought the helpless feeling.

“You’re probably right. She’s all yours.” Yes, I also find it hilarious that the lead coordinator of a lingerie show is named after lace. Brocade, guipure, knit, or alençon...I suppose it could be worse.

ITALIAN Poca Flamma--- little flame Principessa--- Princess I got a chapter out woohoo! lol This chapter took me two full days, first the write AND then the rewrtie.... since my 3 year old decided he didnt like the last one he deleted it for me and I had to start it all over again. but here it is and I have to tell you all.... I do not really care for Mina Scopuli, she is turning out to be much more of a bitch than I anticipated hahahaha

The instruction formed clearly. Absolute. He stepped forward. Unseen. Unheard. His hand lifted. Light gathered at his fingertips, precise and controlled, ready to imprint the mark that would define their eternity. A single touch. That was all it required. They would live. They would continue. They would love. And when their time ended— They would forget. Everything. Each other. This moment. This choice. Erased not in existence, but in meaning. Aurelian’s hand hovered. Closer.