[Reminder]"Why does Draconian want to be close with Lavish and Yearn?Because when she tasted the blood of Lavish in her school restroom, she saw in her vision that he is a wolf, just like his father. A wolf is the one who murdered her mother."And she wants to be close with Yearn because when she tasted his blood, she didn't receive any vision, yet she had bitten him, which drew her towards him. However, she remains unaware that Yearn and Lavish are actually brothers."She was talking to herself with her soft nature,"Love is like a drug; you never know when you'll get addicted to it." In her dark voice she said,"But if there's hate, you never know when you'll destroy it."Draconian resided within the confines of Deck's body, her voice a quiet murmur. "One aspect I appreciate about love is its power to embolden you against the world. However, conversely, it can render your heart vulnerable. After all, you're not solitary in your heart; you've entrusted the key to that space to someon
"Photos may lack a voice, but they hold the power to whisper countless untold stories."Draconian's room was now a patchwork of photographs, each one a piece in her puzzle. Gently, she added the principal's and Mrs. Antrum's photos to the mix.In her somber tone, she muttered, "Hurry pushes you to the edge, but it's the storm that owns the precipice."Stepping onto her balcony, she turned her attention to her writing, crafting the next chapter of her novel. "The storm, driven and faster, surged forth, obliterating any obstacle daring to cross its path. "Behind every enigmatic smile lies a world of mysteries.""The next day dawned."As Draconian descended the staircase, she found the house deserted, save for her grandmother.Her grandmother's voice was dipped in mystery as she remarked, "You seem to be in quite a hurry."Taken aback, Draconian glanced at her, prompting her grandmother to continue, "Could you do me a favor? Visit the market and fetch me a knife."Draconian's voice, now
Draconian mind,"My darkness is my armor, my words the weapon. They call it chaos, but it's the dance of my truth."Draconian arrived at her ominous house, where an unsettling atmosphere hung in the air. As she pushed the door open, the room lay in complete darkness. Amidst the shadows, Lily sat encircled by flickering candles, as though beckoning spirits from the other side.Draconian raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Doing a ghost massage or gearing up for a war?"The truth was that Lily was attempting to summon Draconian's mother's spirit. However, surprisingly, no spirit seemed to respond, leaving Lily looking taken aback.Lily opened her eyes and responded calmly, "Meditation—think of it like preparing for battle, except I've already conquered it. Now, I'm just waiting for a few to surrender."Draconian's tone turned darker as she added, "But remember, mercy doesn't often have a place on the battlefield."Lily smiled and replied, "When the battleground is already taken by the enemy,
It's okay to laugh, it's okay to stab, but it's not okay to cry. We simply lose our madness through each drop."Draconian was heading to her classroom when Lavish approached and remarked, "Well, that girl was right; you look like a fallen angel."He went on, "But I don't like you in this way."Draconian froze upon hearing Lavish's words. She felt caught in the middle and murmured to herself, "Wow, this world played a great game with me—someone who likes my darkness, and on the other side, someone who likes my light."Turning to Lavish, Draconian asked, "You don't like my new look, but how do you like my new love?"Lavish responded, "Well, I just mentioned that you look great in black more than in white, and I also promised to bring you out from your darkness, to be your shadow."Draconian's voice turned darker as she said, "Shadows also flee when they clash with darkness."Lavish was taken aback by Draconian's words, and he replied, "You just need some light, and your dress color won'
Draconian awoke from her slumber, and her eyes fell upon the white dress. Instantly, a surge of anger coursed through her veins.Rising from the bed, she seized the dress and began tearing at it with fervor. The room around her bore witness to her escalating fury as she unleashed her rage upon her surroundings. The lamp was hurled towards the door, shattering the quiet with a loud crash.Draconian's anger ignited further, driving her to push the bed with force and hurl anything within her grasp at the walls and door. Just as she was caught in the throes of her destructive outburst, the door swung open.Standing in the doorway was none other than her father, Vold.As Vold entered the room, Draconian's wrath propelled her towards him. She clenched his throat with her sharp, nail-adorned fingers, pinning him against the wall.Even in his strained voice, Vold managed to say, "Okay, kill me and go live with your mother, Lily... alone."Her grip was released in response to his words. Vold q
It's like a little advice: don't mess with petrol or it might mess you up, just like don't mess up dreams or you'll lose your way back home."Draconian lay on her room's floor, peering out into the dark, realizing she needed to step outside.She got up quickly, annoyed at her unplanned nap. Then she thought, "Why all this drama for someone who could be a foe?" She talked to herself.Meanwhile, on the other side, another Draconian hung out with Yearn and Anna, Yearn's girlfriend.The clock showed 9:37 pm, stars shining bright, and the moon glowing softly.Anna said, "Your shine might not come; you'll fade and stay hidden.""Can't see well in the dark." As Draconian said, The air hushed for a moment.Draconian added, "When respect is lost, things haunt you, even your own shadow. But shadows are scared of the dark too."Anna's frustration was palpable as she exclaimed, "My dignity will always remain intact!"Draconian's soft response followed, "Dignity resembles water on a lotus leaf—uns
When Draconian heard the news, the news of the principal's passing, it felt as though a hundred icy tendrils gripped her, freezing her in place like a statue, rendering her as silent as the stillness of a grave.Although the school was closed today, a few students had to come for their special practices, like cello, piano, and painting. Draconian, too, arrived for her bassoon practice.Whispers and rumors filled the air about Draconian as the students chatted among themselves.Students:"Ever since she joined this school, it's been one tragedy after another. First, Mr. Deck, then the mysterious incidents in the antrum, and now the principal."Draconian listened to their words but remained in her shadowy silence. Her hair, like that of a witch, concealed her face as her breath gently moved her front strands. A heavy, unspoken anger emanated from her, causing everyone to halt their chatter about her, sensing the weight of her silence.The principal held the key to liberating her brother
In the midst of the darkened roses, a girl ventured forth, her body adorned with scars from battles unknown. Undeterred, she continued her path until she reached the heart of that eerie realm.There, a solitary grave stood before her. With an air of melancholic assurance, she perched atop the tombstone, a wistful smile gracing her lips. The moonlight filtered through the twisted branches above, casting an ethereal glow upon her face.With a dark smile upon her face, she said, "Revenge has blinded me, my brother.""Veil of Thorns"The girl stepped onto her balcony, surrounded by nothing but glass, suspended high above the ground. With a majestic pen in hand, she began to inscribe her story with a hint of ferocity, "The tale of siblings, two outsiders amidst ordinary beings. Both brothers, captivated by a girl from their school, yet oblivious to the other's infatuation.That girl, as silent as the grave and as serene as the ocean, held the key to their hearts. Little did they know thei