Uraume Novels & Stories

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

Accents of glowing purple were common in maurium designs, providing a necessary flair of creative diversity to an otherwise dull and monotone resource. However, the same inherent qualities of the maurium which made it so desirable also made it impossible to dye, and any attempts to do so had quickly proven futile, if not disastrous. Yet here, the grey was now a sparkling white and the purple had turned to brilliant gold. She stripped off the borrowed clothes which Benjamin had lent her, and dawned the shimmering skysuit with some caution and greater interest. She slipped her feet into the shoe-like footholds of white trimmed with gold and stretched her arms out through the sleeves before pul

It was a living thing, wild and untamed, whipping the tussock grass into a frenzy of gold and green. It was the perfect place to end a story about running. Aurora Vale stood on a ridge, three thousand feet above sea level. Her breath plumed in the cold air, a white ghost escaping her lips. She was not wearing a gown. She was not wearing heels. She was wearing hiking boots, dark wool trousers, and a heavy, cream-colored cable-knit sweater that Liam had bought her in a small shop in Queenstown. Over it, she wore a windbreaker, unzipped to reveal the layers of "armor" she had shed to get here.

But what catches my eye is s a stack of books I’ve never seen before. They are in several different shades of blue, but all covered in the same material. It looks like a leather but more textured, maybe another animal hide? They have the most beautiful gold writing on them and I am just simply, drawn to them. I want to sit with them and hold them, I want to stroke the covers and open them but not just read them I want to devour the contents of these books. It’s a weird feeling. I feel as drawn to them as I do to Leo.

I knew that hue before I saw her. Nora Carver stood with her back to the fountain, curls haloed in morning light, fire dancing in the folds of her coat lining. Her uniform matched the rest of us; high-collared black coat, crisp white shirt, charcoal slacks tucked into boots charmed against snow, but the moment she stepped on Aurelian ground, her cloak had changed. Ember red. Scorched black trim. Gold stitching that shimmered like flame. Her sigil, once fractured and lost to time, glowed faintly behind her left shoulder. Only those who truly saw her would see it at all.

“Is Bunny undocumented?” “It seems so.” “I will speak to the government.” “Good luck.” “And that boat...” She stopped, wrinkling her little nose. “What is its name?” “Azzurra.” I blinked. The name scraped across glass like a tiny fingernail. Azzurra. Azzurra Notte. Perfume in a white box with no name. Milan. Rain. A small shop in Brera. My neck. Sebastian’s breath once stopping for a moment every time I passed him.

A creature I never thought I would see in my lifetime. Snow-white fur glistened under the moonlight, streaked with silver like light etched by a goddess’s hand. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—were violet flames, ancient and radiant, unlike anything I had ever seen. She was not just Amara. Not just Skadii. She was Eira.

Chapter 16 WHAT LAY BENEATH the pink clouds made Eureka gasp in surprise: “The Rainbow forest land!” exclaimed Orea. It was miles and miles of colourful glittering trees of multi-coloured leaves of rainbow colours. “From a distance it gives off those rainbow hues but if we get closer you will realize that most of the trees are purple or green in colour,” Orea explained grasping on the reigns of her flying unicorn. “What are those?” Eureka said pointing down. “Are they tree houses? Those trees must be huge!”

“Try harder, Vladimir! See with your mind, not eyes! Focus on the battle camp, shape it as you desire, move it around, control your Aura.” When I don’t train, I study. “Tell me what the colors of Aura represent,” he says. “Black,” I start to say, “is the color of evil. Blue is for leadership, red for power. Green is for strong, yellow happiness, pink is normally for females and represents love, while orange is for loyalty. Brown is for healers…,” I start to explain. “You are wrong! Orange is for healers, while brown is for loyalty. Again, from the beginning.”

The fires descending was one that burned my Vampires to ashes and I was certain they still had more in store. "Take your highest speeds, slay them without mercy. Feed on them like the food they are." I roared as our meters were briskly closing gaps. "Drop the veil!!" Vera commanded in return. "Asteris malambus kora!!" They screamed as they changed their spells in high spirit and immediately, a blue shade gradually descended a few inches before them. Zeus and I briskly notched up our efforts, our legs almost not touching the ground as we raced to enter before it closed. But in the end, we failed. The both of us stood before the magical shield trying to push our hands through but to no avail.