Unscramble Weave Novels & Stories

“Does she have a concussion?” “What are these tests for?” After the third question, I tuned out my parents for the sake of my sanity. But the doctor chiming in brought me back. “We’re not sure what could’ve caused this but there was something in her CT scan that we would like to investigate before giving a proper diagnosis.”

All eyes turned to Dea and she stumbled on her words due to the immediate attention, "n-no of c-course not." Patricia nodded at her and continued, "after the ode weave we have the acrostic weave, in this weave the first letters in each line of a spell merges to form a word, in which the word is the spell you're weaving for. This weave is a little bit clear and it requires a lot of connection. Someone give an example please." Snow stood up and read aloud, "life gets lonely when you're alone. O'er the years and time it fades. Verily, life is a journey not to be journeyed alone. Everlasting passion is yours if ye reach."

Warren I fucked up. Well and truly. And I didn’t know how to fix it, which wasn’t like me, I knew how to fix issues, it was a simple call, pull of strings, words whispered to the right people and everything I needed to be done would be. But with Heron, there were no strings to pull, the irony of her being a seamstress was not lost on me. I stood a moment, the cold night air mocking me as I gripped tightly on the drink between my fingers. The smooth crystal glass, warping my features as I stared down at it. Not able to stomach the liquid for the first time.

he answered, “But according to Rose, what happened to you is known as weave sprain. Apparently, it happens when a weaver over exerts herself.” Aria shook her head, “That still does not make sense.” she answered, “My father's snapping out of the chains was unexpected, but within me, it felt like it had triggered something. Something that had used that opportunity to wrestle my control of the weave away from me.” Lucien reached out, a thought crossing his mind, his touch was light, and his grasp was almost reverent. “Don’t worry about it,” he answered with a smile, “Rose said it should clear up pretty soon on its own. All you need is rest.”