Water Color Anime Novels & Stories

Fafnir's voice was yelling on the other end of my phone as I picked it up off of the floor and brought it back to my head. "Faf, I think her and I not only mated, but marked each other as well." "Think? How can you not remember something like that? That's a pretty important memory to have missing. I'm assuming she's a water elemental like you are?" I nodded my head, only to remember that he couldn't see me. "Yeah." "Look for a water stain on you." "A what?" "Strip and fu.cking look for it! Anything at all that looks like a watermark."

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

My lips parted as I took in a deep whiff of dry air and exhaled slowly before placing my hand over the cup. Her instructions played in my head: visualize the power flowing through your bloodstream, gently moving towards the tip of your fingers. Imagine lifting the water from the glass with the powers and moulding it into a ball. Sounds simple enough except I could hardly visualize anything with the image of Alaric's dead parents room flashing through my head. Focus Sera! I bit my lips till I tasted blood, closed my eyes slowly and began to visualise. What would I love my power to look like? The colour associated with water was blue, but it seemed too basic.

Richard dipped his gaze as the large moths dipped, following their silhouettes as they plumed out and then upward, up, and into the snowy night sky. Black water. Nothing could survive it. All that suffocating dirt and chunks of rubble. Crashing down like that. Nothing. The silt would get into their clothing, Richard knew, weigh them down, drag them under to where black rushing torrents would sweep them downriver, possibly for miles. No one could survive. Not in this cold, in these rapid-moving waters. “Glee . . . shit.”

The motosicca they were riding passed a thin puddle of water beside the road that was being cleaned by the city's sanitation workers. "Now, let's try to- eh wait-" Just as she was about to invite Alisa to a place in this city, her attention was immediately diverted as soon as she passed the puddle. As a water magical girl, Flo was able to see objects quite far away from the reflection of a puddle. It seemed like something was happening, and it was visible in the girl's eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong? Flo?” Alisa asked. “This is bad. I have to hurry. Hold on tight, Alisa.”

Her eyes widen and she looks at Avani, who gives her a wide-eyed ‘surprise’ look. “Who?” “Her name is Kaylani. She’s the water dragon.” I pull her plate over so she can eat while sitting in my lap. “Does she look like you or Avani?” Palila puts my plate in front of me and I mouth a ‘thank you’ to her. “Neither. While you and I are fire dragons and our dragons are red, Avani is the Earth dragon and his dragon is green. Kaylani is the water dragon and her dragon is blue."

Alex’s arms are warm. Warm, steady, grounded. Like a heartbeat that refused to waver, even as mine tripped over itself with every step he took. I clung to him, not that I had a choice. My tail was long and heavy, still slick from the stream, dragging behind us and leaving a wet trail through the underbrush. I hated how useless I felt outside of water, and the elegant look in water was gone. In water, it looked like birds' wings floating around me like a halo; now it just lay flat and damp, almost lifeless.

Aqua's silver hair shimmered in the morning light, and her ember-like eyes held a depth that drew him in. As they drove towards school, Damon stole glances at her, feeling an inexplicable connection. He had to know her—she was so mysterious. He wanted to learn everything about her, from her favorite color to what she liked to do in her free time. Every small detail felt crucial, like pieces of a puzzle he was eager to solve. "So, what's your favorite color?" Damon asked, breaking the silence with a grin. Aqua looked at him, slightly taken aback but amused. "Teal," she said with a soft smile. "What about you?"

In an instant, a red glow seared into Flora's eyelids, leaving her stunned! The large bathtub was filled with warm water, now tainted red. The water overflowed the edge of the tub, creating a red stream flowing onto the porcelain white floor. And in the tub, Chiyoko stood naked with her white body, playing with the water, creating water columns with each up and down stroke of her hand. "Miss Chiyoko, what are you doing?" Flora called out anxiously. Blood! So much blood! But Chiyoko seemed unfazed, she even looked up and smiled at Flora, a smile that was eerie and terrifying. She said, "Do you want to come in and play? It's really fun, you see, such a vibrant red color, so beautiful."

I tried to see his face, but a veil of fire hindered my vision, then Nova’s desperate voice brought me back to my world. “It’s time to attack, Helena.” This scene was clearly a distraction as the wrist above the water knotted my stomach, I swiftly splashed the water with my hand, turning it into a big wave. As water was in tune with my soul, this rhythm created ripples around that hand, surrounding it with sheer energy. In no time, a colorless doom of water formed around it to cage that intruder. The goldfish turned into a flock of Piranha, attacking on the flesh to tear it apart.