Historias de Cerulean

Okay i dont think if im ready to do ts🥹

Please take care of him, his fate is in your hands, I believe in you, Reader. Would you choose to save the life of one, at the cost of many? Or the life of many, at the cost of one? Beneath the cerulean light, a despicable plot to rule over the fallen god has begun. The forthcoming is inevitable, radiance will guide him to his destiny, yet, it flickers. The truth shall be revealed the moment the savior's story comes to an end. Will he suffer despair as he departs? Or will he stay to save the world he now walks. It is not my decision to make.

ce·ru·le·an /səˈro͞olēən/ adjective 1. deep blue in color like a clear sky ❝his cerulean eyes were the ones i fell in love with❞

❛ Би үнэхээр ойлгохгүй байна. Бүхнийг шинээр эхэлж чаддаг хүмүүсийг... ❜ [ONESHOT]

Story of a girl who's world is much different to you and I. She has a passion like no other, but there is an unexpected twist to that passion which will allow you to explore a new perspective from her eyes.

Cerulean is a very special colour to me. Cerulean fulfilled me. But it also ruined me.

Eh.. Just what life would be like if certain characters were real DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS ASIDE FROM KARI, SAND, AND CHOPSTICKS (sounds weird if you haven't read the book)

⚓⚓⚓⚓ It's a given that my list of things that didn't go my way would grow. It was like a child, really; messy, always in my ears, and constantly getting too big to ignore. What did I know about proper parenting, though? Being alone in a big empty house since the age of ten made it hard to see what good parents looked like. I could only assume good parents didn't disappear, or let themselves be dragged off to an unnamed hospital as their son is forgotten and left behind. That seemed just a little sketchy. Despite my parents leaving me in poverty at such a young age, they always fascinated me. Like immortals that I couldn't put a face to, but heard about often, or at least remembered. I don't know what pushed me to take the first step out the door of my safe haven house, but eventually I found myself planning to go around the world. The hope was to meet these immortals--find out what happened to them. In theory, perhaps, but not in practice. You see, I'd been living under a rock for a good six annums. Actually, they were pretty bad, but that's not the point. As it turns out, a majority of the world is at the mercy of a growing organisation called the Cult, and naturally I should fall into their point of interest. Nothing is ever easy. Magic is only fun when you have it for yourself. And it's all so much worse when you have no friends and no special skills other than reading like words are necessary substance. The plan was to find something to better my situation. What actually happened was quite the opposite. Apparently everyday is a good day to Imperialize the Cult. My name is Cerulean. My situation has made me just a little bit blue--pun intended. ⚓⚓⚓⚓ A much shorter story, hopefully with a sequel, but a story nonetheless. Enjoy! ~Cover by Me~

After nine years of not seeing each other in person, Ash Ketchum is visiting his childhood friend Misty Waterflower to spend the day with her in Cerulean city. Or maybe he's back for more...

𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗇 & 𝗅𝗒𝗅𝖺.

In the enchanted world of Aetherial Arcanum, our tale unfolds. This mystical world, teeming with enigmas and boundless potential, beckons adventurers to explore its depths. Join Cerulean Aiolos in his journey to unravel the secrets that lie hidden and delve into the mesmerising depth of Aetherial Arcanum.

Evelyn Green was never a normal teenager. Well teenagers are never normal she always thought to herself. But she never knew she was weirdest of them all. Ever since she was a child she would get these dreams of another world. At first they were just flashes, nothing in specific. But as Evelyn grew, her dreams would become more elaborate. It was only when she was 16 did she realise that they were all about the same person. Selena. A person she had never met or seen in her life. So who was she? Why did Evelyn dream about her almost every night?

I unlocked the chain on the door on the balloon once we landed. He stepped out and looked at me. He memorised my every feature as if his life depended on it, and I did the same to him. I made sure to remember the little scar on his nose and the wrinkle in his forehead. I knew the freckle on his neck and the swift auburn of his hair. I didn’t know if he was single, as he didn’t know if I was. I wasn’t even sure if his name was really Sebastian. I did know that I would never forget today. ϟ Michelle Heights is a seventeen-year-old hot air balloonist. She had been fascinated by the colours and sights since she was little and has been working at Blue Skies Balloons’ since she was fifteen. But after an encounter with a stranger one thousand feet above the ground, Michelle is not so sure about what she’s always known. And when she meets that stranger again, will he remember her? - And will she be disappointed if he does? [cover by @taceturnity]

I've decided to make a fanfics about my oc(s) going to jade mountain academy while the event of arc 2 is happening

A story of a man who strives to fix all the mistakes he has made in life, a goal he will strive to achieve even in death.

This is a book about the daimond cutters as memes

Things I'd never let anyone else read except you.

{Final Fantasy IV x Pokémon crossover} Contest entry