herod cologne

I never saw his face. I only breathed him in. He passed me once—on a crowded platform, just long enough for the scent of his cologne to reach me. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a memory I’d never lived, a heartbeat I’d never heard. And in that one breath, I fell. Now I chase a ghost made of fragrance and fantasy. Friends call it obsession. I call it fate. He doesn’t know I exist. But I’m about to change that. A story about the chemistry we can’t explain, the strangers who leave a mark, and the magic of falling for someone who may not even be real.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

getheth

I never thought I would be betrayed

Sa bahay-ampunan nag-umpisa. Aware si Nazmiya, ipinagkasundo na siya sa kababatang si Nato. Pero heto makulit ang puso niya. Tinitibok niyon ay iba. At iyon ay walang iba kundi si Apollo. Kahit pa nalaman niya ang sikreto nito ay wala pa rin iyong pinagbago. Gusto niya si Apollo. Period. Ganoon din kaya ito kahit pa parehas silang may kabibeng tinatago?

hdfheherh

The story of Lexa's trials, triumph and love.

You're already a criminal, might as well enjoy it.

why is there a need for hero today world is a place where there is no HERO EVERYBODY is DRIVEN by DESIRE for POWER, REVENGE, GREED

- At first glance, she seems innocent and sweet. Like a white flower, no thorns, and with a beautiful golden ribbon tied around its stem, but that's not her. Yes, she is a rose, but not the white ones. She is a red rose, with thorns, and instead of a golden ribbon, nothing is tied around its stem. You can admire, stare, and look at her all you want, but, one wrong touch, you'll get hurt. She has been used, lied to, shattered, broken, and many more, which is why she hasn't lend her heart to anyone. But what if someone she's close to has fallen for her? What if that person is willing to give up everything for her? What if that person is willing to take care of the red rose and keep it safe and sound, away from the ones who harms it. Will she open up her heart one more time or will she shut the person out like always? - "And who's this girl that keeps getting your attention away from me?" He simply smiled and nodded at the direction behind Tiffany. "Her"