Il duello ai confini dell'U-9Il duello ai confini dell'Universo 9
Quando lo Scoiattolo gli puntò la mano, Miza subì una sorpresa inimmaginabile e terrificante: una forza sconosciuta, e incomprensibile, gli serrò la gola e gli bloccò il respiro. L'esperienza fu ricca di sensazioni che avrebbe voluto dimenticare, era come se una gigantesca mano invisibile lo stesse stritolando, fosse investito dal gelo penetrante di una bufera di neve nel pieno del culmine, ma soprattutto il vuoto, il nulla, che si faceva strada nella mente e cancellava ogni cosa...
Doveva reagire, doveva!
L'istinto agì per lui, con due dita prese una delle carte da gioco tenute nella tasca segreta della manica, e raccogliendo le forze la scagliò con violenza e velocità contro lo Scoiattolo. E Miza fu rapido, eccezionalmente rapido persino per i riflessi fulminei da Cavaliere Oscuro di Revan, il quale intuì il pericolo con grosso ritardo e scansò il proiettile solamente all'ultimo momento; la distr
Il duello ai confini dell'U-8Il duello ai confini dell'universo 8
Revan si girò completamente verso l'origine della voce: trovò un uomo incappucciato, arduo capire la razza da quella distanza, che indossava un vestito nero intenso come la scheggia di una notte senza stelle. In un primo momento allo Scoiattolo l'individuo sembrò un altro Cavaliere Oscuro, tuttavia si ricredette osservando il suo abito: era liscio, uniforme, mostrava solamente le pieghe necessarie per dare forma al tessuto. Revan non annoverava nessun popolo, ne tantomeno nessun Clan, Oscuro o della Luce, che vestisse in quel modo; probabilmente l'individuo proveniva da un anonimo mondo "minore" della Galassia, uno di quelli che non ha mai fatto nulla in passato, così come tutt'oggi, per farsi notare dalla storia. Però lo Scoiattolo aveva la sensazione di vedere qualcosa che avrebbe definito come "alieno", pur non riuscendo a comprenderne il motivo.
Revan volle ribattere allo scortese avvertimento dello sconosciuto
Fearless: Chapter Two
Music: If you know what you’re doing, it’s a wonderful, relaxing outlet. You can learn how to express your feelings through music, move thousands of people at once, serenade a pretty girl, challenge an opposing band – the possibilities are endless.
“Who wrote this? Shakespeare?”
Evric laughed the comment off, but behind the mask he was embarrassed. He didn’t consider himself a great writer, but he’d spent a lot of time working on the flyers for the afterschool club that he and his best friend David were in charge of.
“Yeah. You’ll never guess how long it took to summon him across time and space to write that for me,” he flashed a grin at his younger cousin, Janie.
She tossed a red strand of hair behind her shoulder, giggling as she looked at the senior guy sitting across the table. She knew that he loved anything artistic, whether it be writing, music, acting, painting – the whole package.
Fearless: Chapter Three
It wasn’t until the bell of a massive glass door rang out that Ellie snapped out of her thoughts. She grew very aware of the skin of a stranger pressing against her own sleeveless arms, so she teetered forward, hoping to get away from it as much as possible. Then again, she was sitting in someone’s hand. He was touching her, whether either of them liked it or not. Taking a deep breath, Ellie ignored her thundering heart and raised her voice.
“Could you maybe...like...put me down?” Shaking violently, the girl managed to balance herself on her knees, grabbing for the giant thumb that hung near her like the bar that fastens one in to a roller coaster car. The first thing she noticed as her air-condition-chilled arms wrapped around the appendage was how very warm it was. Curious, her fingers began to explore the small area they spanned across, feeling the lines and curves and smooth and rough grooves of a colossal fingerprint.
Evric was certainly aware of the
Fearless: Chapter Four
Evric had zipped his jacket almost all the way up, leaving a small gap so that he could hold Ellie against his chest, the flaps of the jacket and his hand covering her from the drenching rain.
Ellie’s heart was pounding in rhythm with Evric’s gargantuan footsteps, yet she felt safe and warm in his grasp for once. Yes, the wind was still tossing her reddish-brown hair into her face, but every other part of her was covered.
Tired of having to squint, Ellie faced the wall of warm blue shirt fabric. She let her knuckles go white as they grabbed at it, and then she burrowed hard against what she briefly forgot was Evric. That was, until she felt his larger-than-life heart softly pummeling against her, shaking her to the core but also calming her.
His fingers curled firmly but tenderly around her, allowing her to relax without the worry that she might fall. She was comfortably curled up, leaning against the taren’s warm body, but at the same time she was anxious.
The Teacher's Assistant--France x Male!Reader-PT3
Previously: '"Alright,it's a date then!" Francis smiled before waving goodbye. "See you then!" (M/N) stood there,mouth agape.
"I-IT'S NOT A DATE!" But the happy Frenchman had already ohonhon-ed his way back to his car.
Francis drummed his fingers on the table, anticipating (M/N)'s arrival. Oh (M/N)...the sweet, new assistant. He's the luckiest person ever to have such a cute little assistant! And if he's still stressed out, they can go to his place and get rid of some stress...ohon~
Francis knows that (M/N) doesn't think of this as a date, and neither does he honestly. It's just lunch. He just liked the reaction that he knew he'd get from the (H/C) haired man. Even if this isn't a date, Francis is determined to get (M/N) to love him...or at least like him!
The door of the diner opened with a ring and Francis looked up hopefully. Nope. It was just a different person. His hopes were shrinking after waiting for so long. Maybe he de
Practically Kidnapped ch1Ch1. Why couldn't it have been money?
Last week was a good week. My mom and I went to the market to buy a few things and it was over all a fun trip. I liked it. Who wouldn't, though? Sifting through random stuff that doesn't belong to you, silently judging others based on what they bought and are undoubtably going to throw away later. It's great, really.
But this week... Mom was too happy, too excited. Hell, she was always excited, but this morning she flew into my room, not literally, at least, but she pulled me out of bed with the biggest smile on her face. I thought we had won a million dollars or something. Ooooh how I wish it had been a million dollars. Maybe just a hundred...not sure why she'd be excited about a hundred, but hey.
"Get dressed, pack a bag," she yelled, releasing me to pull out a floral backpack and an ugly black suitcase from the depths of my closet. I barely had time to wet my lips, readying myself to ask a questio
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