Vương Miện Viridescent Novels & Stories

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

The crimson banners of the seven vampire kingdoms fluttered in unison, heralding a day unlike any in their long, immortal history. At the heart of the capital, within the High Spire of Eclipsia—a spired palace of black marble and ruby glass—the coronation of Aurora was set to unfold.

One was a deep maroon, another a deep blue and the last was black. “Wow those colours are really dark,” said Mia Yes, they are suitable for a queen and they reflect your true warrior abilities. I wanted your dresses to give you a edge of danger but if they are too dark we can lighten them with chiffon layers, beading and embroidery.” “They are perfect,” said Jay “these are exactly what you need to wear before the Mercern Ring, they convey power and an edge of danger. You have done a perfect job Evie and Skyler” Evie was still looking at Mia for her reaction

This altar in front of him now had a godly, comforting familiarity to it. In a way that felt both piercing and reserved, her green jewel eyes were peering into his soul, framing narrow slits that seemed to peel away his clothes, his skin, and even his flesh, and examine his soul. In her body, small strips of iridescent red ran the length of the green scales, which had a pearly sheen and a predominantly purple shine, with the other colors of the spectrum appearing more muted, giving the woman an overall blue and light tint. The scales glittered in the light. Returning Darwin's gaze upward, he saw a network of green veins running from its eyebrows to its eyes. There were also ridges rising fro

Darkness, the infinite darkness Dull eyes The last breath Arm falls The candle goes out forever A shadow shaped like an ancient beast looks at the decrepit body See a light invisible to the eyes of the living The beast takes control. Her soul, full of dark, rancor, hatred, anger, revenge; but a dim light of hope emits a feeling of love, a love inherited from her mother. Roars… The eyes of the King of the beasts, leader of the “Twelve mythical beasts”. Analyze his soul, his essence, his nature, with unique eyes, the left one, a mixture of red and black and the other, blue and green

Silver goblets brimming with the finest wines sparkled under the resplendent chandeliers, each one a testament to the Kingdom's wealth and prosperity. Elegantly dressed lords and ladies from every noble family gathered around the grand hall, their crisp silks and velvets in deep hues of cobalt, crimson, and emerald standing out. Amidst the crowd of nobility, stood King Rasso and Queen Camilla, their regal attire gleaming with precious gems that rivaled the chandeliers' glow. Their presence commanded respect and admiration, making all bow in awe. Their crowns, embedded with gems that lit up with an inner fire, signified their undying rule over the Lycan Kingdom.

It smelled faintly of roses, but the undercurrent of something resinous and bitter clung to the air, as if beauty was always paired with something darker here. She sat in a high-backed chair that could have been a throne, upholstered in pale blue velvet. Her gown was the same shade, the silk catching the light when she shifted. Dark hair, sleek and deliberate, framed a face that seemed carved to withstand scrutiny. Her crown was delicate enough to almost be missed, and I wondered if that was her way of telling people she didn’t need heavy gold to prove her rule. “Serenya Vale.” My name left her lips like an appraisal, not a greeting. “Come forward.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Thanks to the witches and warlocks over the centuries our form has been very misrepresented and exaggerated. My body slightly stretched and my shoulders went wider, scales started to appear over my entire body, dark green scales shaped like teardrops with golden trips. my hair lessened and my face extended a few inches into a snout. My tail was long and powerful with little frills at the tip, a beautiful rose gold colour. my hands remained as hand just scaly, same for my feet. I knew that would get her to focus on me. Just as Vex was about to go for the kill, we were all stopped but something so powerful it had everyone stunned.

He must have come during his short break, not even bothering to change out of his royal attire. Beneath the cloak, his gold-inlaid armor gleamed faintly under the soft light, every engraved pattern glowing with a muted, refined sheen. I could hear the faint, rhythmic clink of metal with each movement he made, low, steady like the heartbeat of a man whose heart had long turned to steel. A silver ring shaped like a crescent moon encircled his finger, catching the light and sending a shiver through me. It was the royal seal of the Lycan King, the mark of one who commanded thousands and the symbol of eternal solitude.