Umbrella Chronicles Novels & Stories

Could he still have a trump card? As if answering that very question, a vibrant purple umbrella suddenly appeared in front of Felix, spinning rapidly. A wave of invisible energy radiated outward, instantly dispelling the crimson skulls into nothingness. "Well, well..." a playful voice echoed in Felix's ears. "Looks like you owe me one now. This should be fun." Felix did not need to look to see who it was because the umbrella alone gave it away—it was Mira, his senior apprentice. She loved rainy days and sunny summers because both were perfect weather for carrying an umbrella.

Aliya's stagy voice made my mood change for a bit but I know I shouldn't be like this right now so I tried to ignore it. "I don't have an umbrella, I also wonder how will I go home..." Her voice is a bit worried. I bit my lips and looked up to measure the size of my umbrella. Something inside me wants to somehow help her, but the umbrella is small and Uno is so huge and tall that only both of us will be the one to fit beneath. I closed my eyes, why do I even care about my rival, anyway? "It's okay, I have an umbrella." Uno's voice made me shift my gaze back to them. He is now holding a brown foldable umbrella. I suddenly felt cold.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance ROXANNE The sky had turned dark.. the sun had hidden Itself. A great storm was on it's way. There stood a girl by the roadside with an umbrella above her head, waiting for a cab. Mister.. Old Decon's Road. She yelled at the taxi driver who drove pass her as if he didn't see her. It was already getting dark and there was a storm on it's way.

“Give me the umbrella,” Reign said as soon as we stepped out through the main door of his mansion, and one of his men immediately handed him the black umbrella waiting nearby. I looked at it in confusion. The morning was still young, the air still cool, and the sun had only begun to rise beyond the island. Its light was soft enough to touch the skin without hurting it, so I could not understand why Reign would need an umbrella until he opened it and placed it above my head.

I contemplated between answering them and just letting them wallow in their thoughts. “That is what the umbrella is there for,” I said briefly and they glared at the umbrella for a moment. "Well there is scientific research that shows that umbrellas don't shield us from sun damage, all it does is create a shadow and reduce its effect" Elijah muttered and I sighed, he could see I sighed and smirked. He always loves to raise his shoulders up and pour on people a bunch of unsolicited knowledge because he went to some ivy league school or something. "Thank you for the knowledge Elijah, it would have been more useful if I had asked for it," I mumbled and I could see Onyx trying so hard to hold he

“Whispers of Water!” It was a red oil-paper umbrella. As it unfurled, it formed a strong defensive barrier. Thud!

"After so long, my blood boils at the prospect of what's to come." The being cracked a smile that was akin to that of a madman as it took a deep breath, feeling the entire plane it was in. "Time to make a journey." The surrounding air froze, as if listening to a command, and as if he never existed, he was nowhere to be seen. But the evidence of his presence and disappearance left its impact on the little blue planet, for after the second the being disappeared, the gravity of the entire planet warped on itself. An already crumbling planet went through the apocalyptic force that acted on it as it finally imploded. Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted

"When is what you should be asking not where. But we’re on the non-magic Earth, the only place Jessica couldn’t see us. If Jessica could then Esteban couldn’t either." With wide eyes, Miriam realized what her daughter was saying. She knew the two had been jumping through time in their war but to protect them she didn't know all the details. She looked out the window to see a horsedrawn carriage pull up and a man in a long coat quickly jump down to run to the front door. "Okay so... when are we and who's house are we in?" Miriam was full of all the questions. "1866, West Chester, England. About 1 in the morning." Lilly states this as if it were a hard thing for her to share with her mother.