Umbrella Chronicles Novels & Stories

The high chamber of Crestfall’s fortress was a hall built for intimidation. Spears of moonlight filtered through narrow windows carved into black stone, casting long shadows across the council table. A map stretched wide between goblets of untouched wine and scattered wax-sealed scrolls. On it, the borders of kingdoms bled into one another—lines drawn in ink, but soon to be carved in steel.

“Umalis na kayo rito at mamaya niyo na iulat sa akin ang walang kwentang balita na iyan. Hindi pa nakakatayo ang dalawang nanginginig na kawal ay agad ng bumuka ng napaka laki ang malaking pintuan kasabay ng pagliwanag ng araw sa labas dahilan upang hindi namin masyadong masilayan ang mukha ng babaeng naglalakad papasok. Sapphire’s PoV

He reached up into a cabinet, pulling out the first mug he saw, and filled it with coffee. Colton finished the section he was reading, closed the book using his finger as a bookmark, and then shifted in his seat so he could face Ezra. "Actually, I'm reading a book Milli recommended on moonstones." Ezra turned, one eyebrow cocked. "That's a thick book to be just about moonstones." He lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip. As he lowered the cup, holding it at waist level, he glanced out the window to the morning sun. "How did the night go? Everything remain quiet?"

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.

She tends to shut the world more out than others do. “It rained that time so I took my red umbrella.” The color of the umbrella was the only thing vivid that night. When she crossed the street, she suddenly felt the hard wheels against her sides, all that she saw in her vision is her red umbrella rolling. Maybe its purpose is to block her sight from seeing blood for the first few seconds and what an actual crash of a car would look like. When the umbrella set aside, it only revealed the aftermath of a car being swiped over by the same vehicle that swept her to the sidewalk. The owner, that Charlotte finally recognized as Oneil, still managed to get outside the car. But a group of men from t

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.

Frank stood up and laughed, "That's a great showdown! I wonder if you can last a round or two." Sir Felix wiped the blood that sipped out from his mouth. Coupled with this ancient ghost's attack and the loud roar of the demon, he was injured internally. But he could still fight. "I should be the one saying that. You will fall under the might of my umbrella. The kinds of you should be exterminated." He then circulated the power of the umbrella once more with trembling arms. The wind once again became chaotic around him, creating a black hole atop his umbrella. Mr. Frank just laughed madly as he opened his sleeves, his powerful soul gathered the wind to attack once more.

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

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

"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.