Cerulean Stories

Pendragon's Kingdom has fallen to mere silence with only Legends to make up for its mysterious history. War has fallen to an unresolved stalemate that lasted to the next generation. The only reason why I am somewhat involved with the war is because my father is a soldier serving under His Highness. That was all I knew. Why I am living humbly in a small village, why I needed to be as invisible as possible. I never knew the exact reason why. It was a question that I never looked into that developed to the tiniest hint of curiosity and eventually grew to an exaggerated sense of realization that maybe these Legends aren't at all exactly what they seem to be.

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

"Unfortunately, the real world isn't the same as a fairy tale." -Blake Belladonna, Team RWBY A decade before Team RWBY stepped through the halls of Beacon, before Cinder plotted her ascent, before the Fall Maiden fell, Remnant faced a different, more common sort of problem: overpopulation. Driven by the need to expand, the headmasters of the four kingdom academies are sending more and more experienced hunters to search for a solution in secret. The leaders of the kingdoms place their hope for progress in an elaborate plan called Project GALE. Celsius Terra is one of the few females in the male-dominated Beacon Academy. She lived with her family separated from the city, and her skill comes from talent and self-discipline. At Beacon, it seems she has the most to learn. Celsius is thrust into a team CRLN, a group of strong and sometimes conflicting personalities and shoved into the world of Beacon politics. To make matters worse, as increasing numbers of hunters and huntresses disappear, Academy students are expected to pick up high-level missions and assignments. Team CRLN, as a first-year team, is exempt from many of these, until by a strange turn of events and Professor Ozpin's confusing logic, they are shoved into a mission that happens to be the very reason hunters are disappearing in the first place- Codename: Project GALE.

A familiar city hosting an unfamiliar event. A mystery amidst layers of intrigue and guile. Where treachery and deceit are abound, in the end, only one truth prevails. Different parts of the story of a case unravelled by two detectives who end up realizing it is much bigger than it appears to be. But no one truly understands it until the very end. -/- A short story depicting the events of the Murder Trilogy originally by Brandon Flowers with a twist of the Pokémon Franchise Cover by @ImberLapis

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?

Two kingdoms, two families, at constant strife with one another. Their hatred, so deeply rooted in their history, never given an explanation. Will the love of one be enough to unite these two families or will their disdain for eachother be everlasting? All of this, while a mystery unfolds before our fair Lady Cerulean. Will she be able to keep her head amidst this chaos and resolve this hatred that has been plaguing their families for centuries? Sit, and discover the secrets and fates of our two fair kingdoms.

Ft. Vesper Iratus - Cerulean blooded mutant, land-dweller. Catryn Ramoss - Teal blood, land-dweller. Xephir Aeqour - Violet blood, land/sea-dweller. Krysta Typhon - Fuchsia blood, sea-dweller. Possible ships, that might happen just have to read and find out: Vesper X Catryn <3< / <3 Catryn X Krysta <> / <3 Xephir X Vesper <3< / <3 / <> / c3< Xephir X Krysta <> / <3 I shall update every weekend, either Saturday, or Sunday.

Devin Steele, the son of the founder and CEO of the largest multi-faction company in the country, has moved all the way across the country to study at a prestigious high school - Poseidon High School. With his father’s reputation, all the girls fall at his feet. Gold diggers, and thirsty women gather around his bad boy persona in hopes of a small taste of what it’d be like to date the hottest guy in school. However, feeling all high and mighty, he doesn’t even glance twice at these girls, and when he does, he only sleeps with them once — leaving a trail of helpless rich girls wanting more. Poseidon is home to the world’s richest and most prestigious sons and daughters of the top 1%. In the mix of all the money, there’s Caerulean Salazar. Caerulean Salazar is the adopted daughter of the founder and CEO of the largest instrument company on the planet. She was born blind. Her biological parents thought she was a curse and left her in the hospital. Growing up, she learned to play many instruments and excelled her early studies in academics, leaving time for composing music and learning to sing many different styles. Being blind was never a disability for her, but all the more reason to keep going. He’s the bad boy every girl wants; she’s the picture of innocence. And slowly, ever so slowly, she begins to change his world without him even noticing. Read to find out all the intricate details you just won’t get from a description.

A selection of quotes that is updated every Friday with a new theme for you to enjoy. Selected by ceruleanthoughts, the author of the A Closed Society series.

Imagine being given the gift of sight; the ability to peer into the world beyond, where the souls of the dead walk. Lingering in the very place you live, roaming amongst the streets of your hometown...Shades of a time long past and only you can see them. Such is the life of Anima, a young woman belonging to a race known as the Seers. She is literally one of a kind, being the last of the ones who can speak with the deceased. Though her kind was eliminated one by one and forced her to hiding, she continues to use her gift. Not only can she see the souls of the dearly departed, but she can view their complete memories; visions of the past. With journal in hand, she records all that she encounters, hoping the past will aid her in her present struggles. Follow Anima as she witnesses the memories of a free-spirited wolf demon, a tempermental demon king, a noble knight, a gentle young girl, an unfortunate author, a murderous thief, and more. ---- Collection of stories for a Crayola Colors 100 Themes challenge. Each chapter corrosponds with a theme on the list.

⚓⚓⚓⚓ 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~

{Final Fantasy IV x Pokémon crossover} Contest entry

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

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)

THE TRUTH ABOUT CERULEAN - ♡ in which a girl writes poetic proses and short stories to relieve herself of her blues, woes, worries, and self-preservation. ~ "You remind me so much of the color cerulean," he murmured as he continued to carress his fingers against soft skin, like a paint brush on canvas--like a cloud taped to sky. There was a minute of silence before the girl could directly look into his eyes--the intensity of feelings much stronger than what had happened minutes ago. "Why so?" "You are the peace and tranquility I need in this world of lacking of it." ~ All Rights Reserved 2020 written by crynge