Warriors Blossomfall Novels & Stories

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

Suddenly, an uninvited guest crashed the wedding halfway through. It was Carlo. He was bony, wearing a wrinkled suit, and holding a wilted bouquet of roses. He staggered in front of me, babbling, "Rosa… look, I brought you your favorite roses. Won't you marry me? Let's get married today." Luca's bodyguards moved in to remove him, but I held my hand up. I took the wilted bouquet of roses and looked straight at him. "Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding."

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” the warplanes began to bombard the monsters. They all burn with fire. All the remaining soldiers were excited again. They shot the monster down and finally victory for the Hope organization had arrived. But all that means nothing to Eren. He had lost the person he loved so much.

his yell alarmed her, she turned suddenly and dodge the claws that would have to dig up her heart. "What are you two doing talking in the middle of the battlefield," Marek scolded them. Dylan nodded at his words and shifted back into his wolf. lady Tamar could not help but exclaim. "Wow, it's huge and cute," she walked up to the white wolf with a black patch and stroke its fur before letting it run to the middle of the fight. that beautiful scene does not stop bodies from dropping, the battlefield had thousands of dead bodies and hundreds of wounded soldiers.

While Luna was bathing in the hot spring, Megara reclined against the pillar nearby, caressing her flute in her hands, its edges were rough, almost cutting her fingertips. "He is knowledgeable about it all...why is he not doing anything to me? He could easily massacre me if he wants, why must he perform? What is his mot----" "Master, I'm done." Blossom trailed off her beliefs when she heard Luna's voice. She turned her head to the right side and looked down at the young child. She was wearing a blue robe just like Luna with her stance as straight as an iron. Innocence gushed out of her eyes. Luna swallowed, keeping her thoughts aside as she ruffled the little one's wet hair.

The Shadow of Strife battled furiously, endeavoring to snuff out the blooms' delicate gleam, but we stood united against it. As we channeled our energy and tended to the blossoms, their light developed more grounded, pushing the malicious constraint back into the shadows. The Shadow of Friction thundered in disappointment because it was constrained to withdraw, leaving the island washed within the delicate brilliance of the sundown blossoms once more. The Sunset Attendants assembled around us, gratitude and help sparkling in their eyes. "You've ensured the harmony of our domain," one of them said, their voice filled with feeling. "You're the exemplification of solidarity."

Her steps slowed when she saw him—them, standing so close to each other that an accidental movement would make their lips meet. He looking into Rain's eyes with an expression Andrea had never seen before whenever he looked at her. His arm was around the girl’s waist and the other in between them...A red rose in both their grasps and blood dripping down from both their arms. Who was bleeding? She couldn’t tell. But she hated the sight in front of her, the fact that a man as powerful as Alexander wasn’t even aware of his surroundings just because of the bitch in front of him. They were both lost in their own little world.

Wyatt’s injuries had not yet healed. The doctor repeatedly warned him to rest, yet he insisted on being discharged early. He spent hundreds of millions setting up a romantic setup at the most luxurious rose estate in Blackridge. The grounds were blanketed with Juliet roses flown in from France, each bloom personally selected by him. The orchestra’s program was finalized after three sleepless nights. The fireworks were custom-designed to form a starry sky pattern that Vera loved and would burst at the most romantic moment, spelling out her name.

Her face steeled as she held a perfect fighting stance with her gauntlets ready to defend those she loved. "Can't we have these things taken down? I've been back for years and I feel embarrassed every time I see them," Verra complained to Eloise beside her. Eloise chuckled, "No, these are no longer a memorial to a missing Verra but a tribute to the brave Warrior Verra who spent 6 months walking through the Medicine Mountain Range alone. Only to show up and save the Falling Stardust from certain defeat," her smile was bright as she held Vera's hand.

she didn’t know it. The opaque eyes stared at her with a certain surprise and a little indignation, it was almost as if he screamed in her mind 'how dare you not know my name?', but still, he replied. He responded in a cold and troubled way, as if he did not present himself to another being... for millennia. "Kalias" he said with a husky and heavy voice "I am Kalias, the fallen alpha of montdust". Kalias. The name seemed to resonate in the mind of the girl, Kalias who came from Kalos and meant... beauty.