Touhou Project Flandre Novels & Stories

came his voice, smooth and sharp like a dagger wrapped in silk. I didn’t look. “Go away.” “You say that like it’s an option.” He dropped down beside me with all the elegance of a falling shadow. “But lucky us—we’re still magically tethered like a pair of cursed soulmates from a really bad poem.” “Don’t call it that,” I muttered. “What? Soulmates? Oh no, Flame. I’m not that sentimental.” “Don’t call me that either.” He smirked. “But it suits you. All sparks and fury. Dangerous if someone gets too close.”

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Partnership. "I am Camille." My own voice emerged, blending with the echo of Scarlett's power. "Daughter of Rose. Mother of Luna. I am the woman who ran and the woman who stopped running. I am the mother who would burn the world for her child and the warrior who learned to fight for more than survival." The circle blazed with light.

This will affect his boosting in this new level badly, but he still awaited the reward for the first team that got to the bridge and followed the light because he was certain it was his. Florate's LEVEL 1:Responsibility: 99%, exceptional self-defense skills 100% attack skills 98% emotional mastery 56% respect 99% honor 90% discipline 99% courage 99%. He only sighed at his C in emotional mastery. How was he supposed to that when he almost went crazy when Nex abducted Rain. He would have to work on that after now.

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

“Claudia will not stop until she makes me part of the weapon she forges. I cannot wait for her to strike. I must hold the truth myself.” Alexander looked at her for a long moment, then kissed her hand gently. “Then we will carry it together.” Outside, the wind rose, rattling the windows with the sound of branches clawing against glass. Evelyn stood at the balcony, looking over the city lights. Somewhere across the continent, Claudia Moreau was gathering fragments of the past and sharpening them into a blade. Evelyn whispered to herself, “Let her build it. We will be ready when she draws it.”

Rumors would eventually get borring right? "Rouge." A voice I dreaded called my name as I walked into English class, I looked up to see Flint. If he wasn't such a ass he would be the closest to my type in this whole school but he was also the main reason I hated school. His shaggy long hair was pulled up into a man bun saying he was looking forward to sparring today. His hazel eyes met mine as I sat in my desk hoping whatever he was about to say wouldn't piss me off to much but as always that wasn't the case. "I heard you hit Duke for calling you a future pleasure slave." His cocky attiude always got my wolf pressing against the barrier and the fimliar pressure begain to build. Something abo

Black - "All evil is here. The time for revenge has come! This is the roar of my soul that was polished by hatred... !!!" Karmic Fire inflates immediately, burnt black the floor instantaneously, evaporated the air, resembled the tide to be the same, looks like a wicked dragon's breath, went towards Jeanne body. Jeanne - "Here's the work of the Lord! My flag, defend our brethrens!... !!!" Jeanne liberated her own Noble Phantasm True Name similarly. And a bright and radiant golden light also bloomed from Jeanne's Holy Flag and created a barrier surrounding her.

Lina and her mate always attended dinner with Fleurie and the others because of the friendship between her and Fleurie, they both sat at their usual seat. " Luna " A sequel was heard and Fleurie shook her head. " Apollo " Apollo clung to her tightly and she clung to him too, Xaun is trailing behind him while holding some flowers. " Luna " He handed her the flowers and Apollo is still clinging to her, He missed her so much because they moved to Xuan's castle. " Let go Baby " Xaun tried praying Apollo off of Fleurie. He whined " but I missed her " He pouted and looked at Fleurie.