Viridescent Book Novels & Stories

Aiys gets up and returns to compile the book that Aiys will move. When the fourth book is in hand. Instantly, the focus of Aiys eyes was on the brown book, decorated with dried flowers and leaves. Roses and jasmine dominate, the lower right corner are roses, and the upper left corner there are jasmine flowers connected with leaves ; the bones of the leaves. Memories of the Blue City The first writing that Aiys read, the first sheet of this book. On the second sheet there is a photo of a man with a woman posing with his arms raised to head level. Two fingers, index and middle finger make up the letter V.

Alaric held her wrist and gently pulled her in before closing the door. “In here, is my treasure room.” Violet gently lifted the first box in front of her and gasped when she saw different types of precious stones. She ran her fingers through the stones and sighed. If she sold one of those, she'd get back thousands of coins. She had many luminous pearls but she didn't want to simply give it away for some coins. She closed the box and moved to the next box. Inside of this one was jewelries that were both precious and rare.”

The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake The silver necklace is beautiful, unique and deep, But she has promises to keep, Until then she shall not sleep. She lies in bed with ducts that weep. She rises from her bitter bed, With thoughts of sadness in her head, She idolises being dead. Facing the day with never-ending dread. ~~ Theodora Twitty <><><><><><><><><> Readers, you will understand what I am talking about in this poem in the next chapter:)

The cover had an embossed phoenix on it, and a few gems in gold settings to highlight some details. Ash had done some research on the stones as they had intrigued him, the eye was a fire agate, red and orange with hints of green. The tail feathers had a stone in the centre of each of them, either fire opals, red with a hint of iridescence. Or ‘Dragon’s Breath Opals’, red with hints of blue in the right light. While these were made of glass, they were possibly the most interesting stones. They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive.

Iris asked, voice tight. Vivian’s gaze dropped to the bottle still in Iris’s hand. Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not the cleansing blend,” she said slowly. “That’s… oh, I know that herb. Nightshade bloom. One of your more dangerous favorites, isn’t it?” “It was a mistake,” Iris said quickly. “I picked the wrong bottle and I am going to return it.” “Did you truly pick the wrong bottle?” Vivian stepped forward, voice low. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks a lot like the poison Evelyn asked you for.”

Within minutes, it was over. Silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The garden, once a haven of peace, was now littered with bodies, the white stone paths slick with blood. The lilies—pure, delicate—had been stained crimson at their roots, their petals splattered with gore. And the vyreleaf, the prize they had come for, stood untouched in the moonlight. Its dark green leaves trembled gently in the breeze, as if mocking the carnage around it.

she repeated, teasing me before sauntering off. It was a vacuum here. Everywhere was dark. Zita had pure daffodil colored eyes that beamed radiantly. She had supervisions, and same for Wendy who had brigy onyx-amethyst, or dark purple eyes as she called it. Well, I needed to use my super vision. Shifting to my vampire form, the entire place shone brightly. I could see even germs roaming around- well, maybe not that superior. We searched our asses out. Well maybe there was no way we could find that book. Did the book even exist, or was there ever a book like that.

The wardstone in the wall, that ancient lump of obsidian-veined quartz that had guarded this room for centuries, spiderwebbed with cracks that glowed faintly, like veins pulsing with stolen starlight. And Elara—gods, Elara. Her hand in mine wasn’t soft. It was a live wire, her skin fever-hot, trembling with the effort of restraint. Violet veins of magic crawled up her arm like ivy claiming a ruin, blooming in fractal patterns that mirrored the storm clouds I’d always dreamed of. Her eyes, those endless violet depths, shattered into glowing amethyst, pupils dilating until they swallowed the irises whole, turning her gaze into twin voids that pulled at me, promising oblivion and ecstasy in equ

"Could have been a Spuma or an Ossa." "Or a Virido," I interjected, because descriptions of size and color also fit these proles. Reese gave me a very appraising look. Apart from the fact that the Virido does not exist in Europe - for which I am very grateful, because we have already had enough of the other critters here - it is also too small and could never leave such deep marks in the wood. His claws are simply too soft for that. "

Violet stared at his amber eyes, catching the flecks of gold that gave away the storm magic bubbling beneath the surface. "I thought you'd never ask," Vesper replied, removing his mask for the first time and placed his hand on Violet's shoulder. Her dress rippled. The green shifted into red, dark crimson as if she'd been dipped in blood. The wolves at her sleeves opened their mouths and howled. Vesper's did the same, turning to shimmering silver and garnet as the palace's light hit his garments. The entire room gasped. She ripped her mask off to see she wore the colors of her enemy.