A Strange Hymn Novels & Stories

One face bore the same crest I had seen carved into the stone monument moments earlier. The Markovic crest. The other side displayed a strange circular pattern resembling a maze. Marcus frowned. "This is the key?" "It doesn't look like one." I turned the coin over in my fingers. The metal felt strangely warm despite the cold air around us. Then I noticed something. Tiny words engraved around the edge. They were almost invisible. I lifted the coin closer to my eyes. "What does it say?" Marcus asked. I squinted. "The blood remembers..." The sentence continued around the rim.

Startled, she stumbled back, her heart racing. "I-I apologize," the stranger's voice resonated through the air, their tone carrying a sense of elegance and mystery. With a graceful nod, they swiftly departed, leaving Cynthia standing there, momentarily frozen in astonishment. Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise as the stranger swiftly turned to apologize. In that brief moment, their cloak shifted, revealing a glimpse of golden eyes that sparkled with an otherworldly light. The intensity and depth within those eyes captured Cynthia's attention, as if peering into a realm of ancient secrets and untold stories.

Luna’s hands trembled around the yacht keychain, its silver crescent moon catching the SUV’s dim light. The chaos—gunfire, smoke, Roberts’s laughter, Damien’s screams—still echoed in her mind, a storm refusing to pass. But Grayson’s arm was steady, his heartbeat a calm rhythm against her cheek. They had escaped Building 12, but danger still lingered. Roberts had vanished. Damien’s words—You’ll always be mine—still clung like poison.

***** We all settled for the next period that I was already not interested in when the homeroom teacher walked in with a stranger trailing behind. “Hello Class, welcome your new colleague”, he announced, giving the floor to the new puppy looking student “Hello everyone, I am Oliver Scott”, he introduced as his shiny eyes scanned everywhere till it got to me and he locked eyes with me. Nothing about him was my cup of tea but I could swear that his eyes kept drawing me in. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Who is this mysterious stranger?”, I thought to myself as I folded my hands across my chest.

KAEL'S POV The hymn shook the walls, there were old words, in a simple melody but powerful. Felt it in my chest, in my bones, it was like something ancient was waking up. The beast-child writhed, tendrils pulling back, light from the baby guardian cutting through its form. But it wasn't just her light doing this. It was them. The people. Their voices joined together. Their choice to hope instead of fear. Communal faith. Strong as any magic I'd seen.

tagged, "Heav, Methodist!" His entry was strange. He took a glimpse from the door mat before he had his foot in. It was empty. The door clashed tight at his entrance, as expected, he turned instantly to try and get it open but to no avail. All he did was to move forward, which he did. He got to an extend where a music from a hymn played on...strangely by instruments. The rhythm went in "There's not a friend like the lowly Jesus!" As pleasing as it was to the ear, was how the harmony led John. He closed his eyes and stood still.

The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood of an innocent man Whom I had betrayed Who did nothing but believe I was confused My legs proposing to motion But he held me tight This time, I didn’t fight He didn’t need to speak I understood his plight In that cold dark night He still wouldn’t let me b

Like a mantra, he kept repeating the nursery rhyme, One for sorrow. Crouching down, he picked up the herbs that had fallen from his basket when he had fallen down. Strangely, he couldn't remember how he fell. There didn't seem to be rocks blocking his path or could have caused him to trip. Neither were there strong winds that could have made him unsteady. It was truly strange, yet some part of his brain was telling him that everything was completely normal.