Novel & Cerita Withering Glare

Because the heirs burned. Arden’s fire burst golden, bright and violent, flooding the battlefield with light so fierce it threw shadows against the trees. Lyra’s fire answered in pale white, cool yet devastating, wrapping around the golden flame like thread through steel. Together, their power lashed outward, searing through the enemy ranks like a storm made flesh. Wolves screamed as the fire touched them, not consumed in ordinary flame but dissolved as if the fire unmade them. Their violet eyes flared, then vanished, leaving only ash and silence.

I pop another colored grape into my mouth, loving the subtle sourness that the fruit provided, as I studied the side of his face. His narrowed brown eyes that made his tan skin pop and thick brows furrowed in anger. His jaw clenched tightly as he scowled at those who coward before his angry glare. Pink lips pulling back to show his shiny teeth, he hissed out a threat. “Look away before I kill you!” The few that tried to ignore his glare quickly scampered away at the sound of his theat. A threat that sounded a little too serious. As if he was almost ready, willing even, to carry it out.

It was fleeting, but I could clearly tell it was a glance of sordid distaste. But would you believe if I say that even his glare was beautiful? Yeah, he was that Hot. Especially his eyes. A kind of shining passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. They were the exact glossy color of kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood. The sclerae that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by dark flakes. I wouldn't mind being glared at, if they were these pair of eyes.

The grass was still moist from the sprinklers and the morning dew was fresh on the tree leaves, causing the droplets to glimmer from the sun rays reflecting off them. The sight was calming and Mariam felt at peace here so she took off her shoes, her bare feet sank into the well trimmed grass and her weight was light on them. She moved about in the garden from one spot to another with her arms out stretched so her fingers gently brushed the plants. She sighed, she wanted to be happy today and she believed that putting up a smile on her face could eventually brighten up her mood and effect a change of feeling in her heart. Perhaps she was wrong.

“Just the wisp. Don’t overdo it.” Aria’s eyes closed. The temperature dropped. And the grey came. Not the small wisp from the training hall. This was bigger. Stronger. A wave of active darkness that rolled out from her in a 20-foot radius. The grass inside it turned grey and died instantly. The Sun Eaters recoiled. For the first time, they made sound that wasn’t words. A high, hissing noise like steam hitting ice. _“No,”_ they hissed. _“Not dark. Not unmaking.”_

Scared of not being able to see his face after I die. My heart hates me for loving him............ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I cried my heart out. My eyes are burning. Feeling dead left all alone in the dark long passage, in the cold starless night. My eyelids become heavy, mind not being able to process anything. The cold night breeze hitting my body made me shudder to the coldness. I hugged myself protectively from the cold breeze. My head slowly rested in the near wall, sleep taking its toll over me. "Hey! Wake up" I could feel a voice reaching out to me in the distance.

“The pups who grew up in the cracks. Wolves like Scar. Like Niko. Like… me.” He snorted softly. “Of course,” he said. “You would turn your own pain into a job description.” She elbowed him gently. “Better that,” she said, “than let it turn into a weapon someone else uses.” Outside, the first fingers of sunrise reached over the horizon, bathing the clearing in thin gold. Smoke soon began to curl up from the outer edge of the territory, where Varik’s body burned. The scent carried on the wind. Not sweet.

My throat aches around the name, dry and raw, like I swallowed fire. He comes into view like a storm given flesh—armor scorched, golden wings in tatters, his halo shattered into shards that flicker weakly around his head like dying stars. His eyes burn with the last dregs of sunlight. But that light…it’s dimmer than before. Frayed at the edges, like something gnawed it hollow.

“We’ll push through.” They moved as one, Elara leading with the orb held aloft, its golden glow carving a path through the spectral horde. The wraiths hissed and clawed at the edges of the light, their touch leaving trails of frost on the stone. Aria shielded Rollan, her breath clouding in the sudden chill, her skin crawling with each brush of their ghostly fingers.

"Do you think these werewolf warriors in the yard are for show? Do you think I can be so easily enraged by your words?" Her minty pheromones sliced through the air like ice blades, searing Gloria's throat.