Warriors Blossomfall Novels & Stories

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.

She hugs him from the midsection. Out of nowhere I see Angeledith playing with her left thumbnail. "All things considered, when Roman walks out of the compound, Mac and Jorge." Blossom moves toward the compound, all the more explicitly the slippery one, and hits him and then turns back to us, "you'll close the entrances." And I'll put a rowan obstacle,— ends, going to the auxiAmyr table where some things rest, including a stash "I'll be on the roof to take out the lightning rod."

One of the Warriors rushed toward Rose, wielding his machete. Rose thrust her blade forward so fast that she seemed to move in a blur. There was a squelching sound, and a bloody hole appeared in the Warrior's chest. Rose kicked him away, and his corpse went flying backward like a broken kite. At the sight of their companions being killed in succession, the remaining two Warriors gripped their machetes tightly and let out a loud roar as they rushed wildly at Rose. Rose's toes pressed lightly on the floor as she leaped into the air. There were two flashes of light in the pitch-dark room, and the two Warriors stood dazedly without moving.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

Ben. Sparks spread through me as he put his hands on my arms to steady me. A small gasp escaped my lips as I look into his piercing blue eyes, it was as if time stood still and we were the only two people in the world, as fireworks exploded in my arms from his touch. Keira cleared her throat causing me to break away from his grip and glance at her.The voices of the students around us became known again as I muttered an apology to him as I tried to slip past into the gym. "So you're in Pe now too?" He asked with a smirk his eyes trained on me, I couldn't help the blush as my cheeks heated. It was as if I had lost my voice.

The first snow of the season fell quietly over Blackthorn. It was light, gentle, and breathtakingly beautiful. Children rushed into the palace courtyard, laughing and screaming with pure joy as they chased one another through the drifting white flakes. For a few precious hours, the kingdom almost forgot that an ancient war was rapidly approaching its borders. Almost. Killian stood firmly on the highest training platform overlooking the sprawling capital. Below him, hundreds of disciplined warriors sparred in tightly coordinated formations. Roland's booming voice barked orders from the center of the yard, refusing to let the weather slow their progress.

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.

The warriors were so sweet with her I was amazed when they brought her flowers one day. Ben didn't look happy but he allowed them to apologize for messing up and causing her to be afraid. She took them and a small cute as hell thank you came out. They chuckled and she tripped moving and Ben caught her and picked her up frantically. She hurt herself. In her clumsy state she dropped the flowers and burst into sobs. "I'm sorry about the flowers, she cried. I loved them I'm sorry",she sobbed more when Ben tried to soothe her. The warrior picked them up, only two were broken and he moved slowly to them.