A Strange Hymn Novels & Stories

so until I get satisfying answers ill have to keep this to myself. I took a bit longer than usual since i had to take a longer route so as to make sure no one saw me leaving and i don't get followed by Austin cos i don't trust that guy.the route i followed was really lonely and quiet except for the chirping of birds and squeaking sound by other animals.I was riding my bicycle while still anxious about what will happen at the tomb, especially since i didn't let anyone know where i am going to. I continued riding till i felt something off.everywhere was too still.All the sounds being made by animals around had all stopped.The air was kind of heavy and suffocating.I had goosebumps over my body.

When I turned to follow them, I saw the red congregation marching along the shoreline toward the golden gates of the city. A faint song floated along the air, filling my head with its melancholy tune. It wasn’t one of our songs. That much was apparent. The somber tune lacked Johnny’s edge and cadence, and the way the congregation hummed the notes gave it a funerary quality: “Songs that the Hyades shall sing / Where flap the tatters of the King / Must die unheard in / Dim Carcosa.”

It was subtle, like spring sunlight through closed eyelids. Impurities loosened, tension eased, and even restless spiritual currents calmed. Elder Shu’s brows lifted slightly. “He is guiding spiritual circulation through resonance alone…” Minutes passed, and the melody deepened. Grief entered, the notes trembled, not chaotically, but with restrained anguish. The air shimmered, and illusion manifested. A battlefield emerged in faint outline above the platform. Shadows clashed. Spiritual techniques collided in flashes of light. A sky darkened with smoke and sorrow. The distant echo of war trembled beneath the music.

The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?” He was about to refute that when he caught the glimpse of Almothean gesturing him to say yes “O-oh Y-yes? Yes! I’m his man that’s why I stop coming in here. Because I already have a partner” “Told you. Now, scram.” Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave.

People talk about how they wanna go to heaven or how somebody will go to hell for their sins but for me, this life was both heaven and hell. It was heaven when Gurans was with me and now it's a hell that she isn't with me. I continued to ignore her and she left getting tired of my ignorance. As soon as she left there was another knock on the door. It was Sanskrit. I looked at him waiting for him to speak and he came inside. "Hey bro," he said. I didn't reply. "There is a problem," he hesitated. "Some vampires were trafficking humans..." "You know what to do," I replied not letting him finish.

"The auctioneer's asking you. Care to raise?" The crowd was bracing for a good show when they caught the plain tremor in Karina's voice. "N-no more..." The hammer came down, and the hall went utterly still. I bent down, patted Karina's bloodless face, and murmured a single line into her ear. "You're lower than a dog!" "Layla, you rabid dog, you're dead!" Karina shrieked, "She's got a gun! Layla actually broke the Thorne family's own rule and brought a gun into the auction!"

Stranger! Please be my Child’s Father . Chapter 2: One lie. Two lies. Another. . God fucking damn it. Track seven was going to make him blow his goddamn fucking brains out. He had no idea what the fuck he wanted to do for the melody, had no idea what instruments to start with--he was just facing a blank production track, not a single chord placed on it. It wasn’t like Gael was completely hopeless, no. He had gotten quick a bit of traction with the Chanty collaboration--in fact, that track was close to completion.

They sought to uncover hidden pockets of discord and darkness, understanding that even in the realms touched by the symphony's legacy, there were still challenges to overcome. Their first destination was the Whispering Hollows—a mystical place where beings often lost their way, their melodies obscured by doubt and fear. As Aric and Kaida entered the Hollows, they sensed the lingering echoes of anguish and dissonance. The once-vibrant melodies of the inhabitants had grown muted, overshadowed by their own insecurities and the whispers of self-doubt.

he asked. “Yes,” I replied quicker and sharper than I intended. I took a deep breath willing myself to calm down. “I don't mind. This is actually our first phone call, you know” He chuckled lightly, a sound that made my tummy rumble with butterflies. “Yeah I realize” “It feels…strange. And weirdly new” I muttered. “Good strange or bad strange?” he asked. “Good strange,” I said, biting my lip. He was quiet for some seconds, then he replied. “I'm glad it is”

“Thanks…I was looking for Christine.” The cheerful girl grew more so. “Oh, you’re one of hers.” She smiled at Emily. “And you have a baby, how cute! I’m Eva. Let me show you where she is.” She let Camille in and led her to an oversized living room, which contained a grand piano, at which, sat a young man who played a song she didn’t recognize