Whimsical Star Novels & Stories

Lucian himself had gone paler than paper. He stared at his own hands in disbelief, feeling the muddy, churning power inside him. The disguise around him—the shell of a supreme Tidewater Gift, piled together from some secret art and a fortune in rare reagents and relics—had been shattered to nothing by my palm. "No... impossible... this is impossible!" He screamed, half out of his mind. He turned, pleading, to the senior women who had once doted on and shielded him in every way they could.

I was here to survive. I lifted my chin, let my lips curve into the practiced smile I used on the dance floor. “You’re early. Most men make me wait. Builds anticipation, they say.” He finally turned his head toward me fully. And the breath I had been holding punched out of my lungs. His eyes weren’t normal. Not even close. Iridescent black, like polished obsidian that had swallowed the night sky, flecked with molten gold that moved. The slow, hypnotic swirls, as if stars were trapped inside and trying to escape. They pinned me in place without effort.

a melodic, multi-tonal projection echoed through the bridge, sounding like the humming of a thousand stars. The Star Seeders began to spray a substance over our ship: a thick, glowing "Stellar Oil" that looked like liquid amethyst. As the oil coated the quartz plating, the Void Eaters slid off the hull, unable to find a grip on the viscous, high-frequency light. The resonance static began to clear, and I felt the sixty-beat rhythm of my heart stabilize once more.

Silas waves me off. “I don’t think it’s part of the connecting pattern. I don’t know what it means if it means anything.” I sigh and turn him around to take a good look at his mark. It is pretty cool with the dark background and realistic clouds. No matter how I looked at it, I just knew that the star meant something; I just wasn’t sure what. I trace my fingers over his waning crescent. Silas’ skin is warm, and he flinches at my touch.

E. The Starlians have been at war with the Nightmares for Generations and are currently at a stalemate at Heavens Fall Realm. This realm has been ravaged by a 500 years war between the Nightmares and Starlians. The forces of Nightmares are described as beings covered with pitch black aura and have very good reflexes, smart and cunning. The Nightmares have learned to adapt and evolve throughout the centuries. This is the reason why the Starlians were pushed back from The Land of Demise all the way to Heavens Fall.

"Take care of the situation over there. The whole Board is counting on you." He thought about all the times Gustavan had said that, and not once did he fail him. He hung up and rounded up enough reinforcements to take down four Trevian Welkins without delay. -- Oh dear, you've been taken. Who are you? I'm the current Queen of Dimensia. Call me Wisteria. Is this a dream? Yes. (Groans) (Chuckles) I was dream hopping and came upon your dream realm. You have a very dull mind. Your dreams are… colorless.

“Well well, that was fairly easy, wasn’t it? I have to say, I'm kinda disappointed,” Alpha Star said smugly. Zehra's heart thudded frantically in her chest and she couldn't help but feel like a trapped rabbit. Alpha Star and Star One were leaning casually against the door, their mask of nonchalance betrayed by the evident triumph in their voice. “I told you the phosphorescent wisps would work,” replied Star One. Zehra crossed her arms and gathered all her courage to appear calm and unruffled.

It's like they break out of the dark sky to see the silent sleep of the world under their light. GLOWWORM Stars shine bright high up the sky, Spreading its light making the world so bright. Though they cannot vanish the complete darkness of night, They twinkle to show the presence of light. A little creature GLOW WORM just like a star, Having a torch on its tail which sparks. Traveling from one place to another with its blazing tail, Stimulating it's flare burning murky veil. Kenning, it cannot evaporate the gloomy air, Faire it's glow calling others from the lair.