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Flower blooms under the moonlight

"Flower Blooms Under the Moonlight": _Prologue: The Moon's Promise_ Lunarhaven, 1850 Under the full moon's silvery gaze, two lovers stood before the ancient tree, their hearts entwined like the branches above. María, with skin as pale as moonlight, and Carlos, with eyes as dark as the night sky, vowed to protect the town's hidden magic. Their love was forbidden, yet they defied the conventions of their families' centuries-old feud. As they exchanged promises, the moonlit flower bloomed at their feet, its petals shimmering with an otherworldly glow. María's voice whispered secrets to the wind: "Our love will flourish like this flower, under the moon's watchful eye. Our family's legacy will thrive, hidden from those who would misuse its power." Carlos's fingers intertwined with María's: "Together, we'll safeguard Lunarhaven's magic, passing it down through generations. Our love will be the key to unlocking its secrets." As they sealed their vow with a kiss, the moon reached its zenith. The flower's glow intensified, imbuing their love with its mystical power. But fate had other plans. A rival family, fueled by ambition and greed, sought to claim Lunarhaven's magic for themselves. Shadows crept into the night, threatening to destroy the fragile peace. María's final words echoed through the darkness: "When the moon blooms again, our legacy will live on. Find the flower, and you'll find our truth." And with that, the night swallowed their secrets, leaving behind only whispers of a legendary love and the moonlit flower's promise.
Olatunde_Mariam · 3.2K Views

From Blood to Ash

In the 18th century of Silverwood Manor, there is a beautiful girl known as Dominique Laurent, Domi for short. Dominique Laurent stands with an elegance of her navy blue hair, meticulously arranged in a high ponytail. Adding a touch of boldness to her demeanour. Her black shimmery hues of her eyes reflect the grace and depth of her character. She always had a great life in terms of owning both money and looks, since a little girl. One day in Silverwood Manor, tragedy struck upon Domi in the Laurent family. Dominique, once used to a life of privilege, found herself facing the harsh reality of loss and chaos. The echoes of grief floats through the grand halls that were once filled with laughter and joy. Domi found herself signing a contract with a vampire to help her situation, in exchange for her blood. The vampire goes by Viktor Stormgrave. His beautiful long pink moving along the wind, casting a beautiful pink shine from the midnight moonlight. Creating an ethereal contrast against his pale porcelain skin. His crystal pink eyes, like rare gems, captivate with a unique allure. He stood gracefully with a meticulously tailored suit. As Dominique and Viktor spent more time together, a strange and unexpected bond formed between them. Viktor, with his mysterious charm and centuries of experience, proved to be a more than a friend for Dominique in her troubled days. The silver moonlight witnessed their chemistry together in the enchanting gardens of Silverwood Manor, where their connection deepened. Glimpse into the future... *I have wattpad too, @/ dreamLand45 Character in this story is from Dream Mansion game, Art taken from, credits to: https://pin.it/5Mb19Nq
cringeee · 4.6K Views

Revenge of the Crimson Shadow

Eternal Cleansing Region, somewhere in the Aries Kingdom, midnight “Ohmmm~~~!” The sound of chanting was heard as pebbles jumped, buildings vibrated, and the ground shook. In a huge church, many figures in dark red robes were on their knees surrounding an altar, seemingly praying to a god. There were thousands upon thousands of figures, all chanting the same thing. The gargantuan church had very tall windows, with which housed stained glass. The church was very caliginous, only having the soft light of the moon to illuminate things through those windows. If one gazed up, a mural could be discerned within a cupola. It illustrated a devil lingering above the land, with which figures with red eyes stood; then, a huge sun encroaching upon the territory of that devil, and burning all that was. Afterward, the mural showed a few survivors, on their knees, worshiping what appeared to be a god floating in the air as the surrounding lands burned to ash. The robed figures surrounded an altar upon which stood an imposing golden statue of a muscular man, in nothing but a toga, holding out his hand. In his hand, burned a powerful flame. If one were to observe this statue, they would immediately notice the beautiful orange sapphire the size of one’s hand. This statue was six stories tall, reaching just below the cupola. “Ohmmm~~~!” everything shook once again due to the sheer power of those figures’ unified voices. All of the figures began to glow a soft reddish-orange holy light, reminiscent of the sun. The light began to get brighter, gradually overtaking the gentle light of the moon. On the altar, in the center, directly below the cupola, was another silhouette. This silhouette stood with its hands held out, radiating an even greater light than those below. “Ohmmm~~~!” the statue’s eyes began to shine a similar light. Moments later, the light from the robed figures began to wane, as if the statue was absorbing it. The silhouette below the statue, however, started glowing even brighter. Seconds passed. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes, into hours. As every second ticked by, robed figures collapsed one after the other, their state unknown. The statue’s eyes were getting brighter as each fell. After seemingly an eternity, the silhouette’s light began to flicker out of existence. Just before it blinked out of the world, the statue’s eyes flared up, and the world seemingly stopped. The silhouette’s eyes began to match those of the statue. Suddenly, a deep, monotone voice escaped from the shadowy figure, “The boy with the Shadow Dragon Bloodline. Find him. Kill him. Wipe his whole lineage from the face of this region!” it boomed throughout the church, escaping through the walls as if they were illusory. People all throughout the region began to look in the direction of the church in response to some profound power. As the figure on the altar was speaking, cracks ,glowing the same color as the statue, began to appear around its body. As soon as the silhouette stopped speaking, it collapsed and the statue’s radiant glow began to fade. “Ohmmm~~~!” echoed out once more.
TheScaredOne · 6.7K Views

Incarnation of Lord Vishnu

At the foot of Mount Mandala, where the morning mist dances with the whisper of the wind, the village of Tirta Suci stands in sacred silence. The clear river sparkles like glass, reflecting the shadows of the mountains, while the dense forest surrounding it whispers ancient tales of the gods. In this place, time feels like it slows down, as if the earth itself has stopped breathing, waiting for something great to happen. Arya, a simple young man with eyes as sharp as stars, seemed lost in his dreams. Every night he was haunted by visions: a burning battlefield, a golden chakra spinning in his hand, and a grand voice whispering, "Arise, O protector of the world." However, when he woke up, only silence answered. On the back of his hand, a chakra-shaped birthmark glowed faintly, as if it were a reminder of an unavoidable destiny. On the other hand, Laksmi, the village chief's daughter, looked at Arya with eyes that radiated more than just admiration. There was a conviction within her that the seemingly fragile young man harbored a strength capable of shaking the world. He knew that Arya's destiny was greater than what met the eye. With her gentle smile, Laksmi often said, "You were not born to hide, Arya. The world needs you." However, the peace of Tirta Suci Village did not last long. The blue sky turned gray as a dark shadow emerged from the forest. The Raksaka forces, with glowing red eyes and blood-soaked tridents, stormed the village mercilessly. The ground trembled, trees fell, and the screams of the villagers shattered the silence. Amidst the chaos, Arya stood, his body trembling, but in his eyes shone something different a spark of courage he had never realized before. As he raised his hand, the chakra mark on his back emitted a blinding light. In an instant, a golden beam shot forth, destroying the shadow army in front of him. Everyone fell silent, including Arya himself. He stared at his hand, which was now glowing, as if a great power was flowing through his veins. Laksmi whispered, almost inaudible amidst the roar: "You are the incarnation of Lord Vishnu." Amidst the blackened ashes and the gloomy sky, Arya knew his life would never be the same again.
Oyex_Sabiansyah · 11.6K Views
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