Anthem A Novels & Stories

As they were somewhat starting to bow, a soft voice from inside the carriage stopped them from doing so. "Today is a day of festivity to honor our land and kingdom's protector, Anthasia. There is no need to bow to this servant of the goddess. Please go on and continue to what you are all doing and celebrate summer." The king's voice made their heart burst with gratitude. A chorus of thank you's can be heard. The carriage went on and the folks celebrated. Not far from the edge of the town, was the hill of Anthasia, the sacred hill that house the sacred floral pool that only blooms on the summer's solstice.

Athena's fingers moved with precision, collecting the petals in a small, delicate basket. The crystal clear stream sang its gentle melody as Athena dipped a vial into its waters, capturing the essence of the stream. She poured the essence into a gleaming silver bowl, where it merged with the pine tree resin. The fragrance of the resin, warm and inviting like a crackling fire, mingled with the sweetness of the starflower. As the moon began its ascent, Athena combined the ingredients, stirring the mixture clockwise, then counterclockwise, seven times each. Rosalind's empathic senses resonated with the healing energy, guiding Athena's hands.

or the "Weight of the Sombra-God." "They’re 'A-Tuning' to us, Dad," Marcus’s son, Leo, whispered. "They aren't trying to 'Be' us. They’re just... 'Echoing' that it’s okay to be 'Us.'" As Chapter 106 closes, Avery Vane-Thorne realizes that the "Amethyst-Nativity" is the true "End of the War." The "Symmetry" was a "Forced-Harmony," but the "Resonance" was a "Voluntary-Duet."

They matched every rune with effortless precision. “What is the chosen elixir of Emily Carter?” Spiced cocoa with mountain honey. There was no hesitation; the runes matched instantly. “Upon which lunar cycle was Emily Carter brought into the light?” “The fourteenth day of the Harvest Moon.” He didn't just remember; he knew the very alignment of the stars. “Which hymn resonates with Emily’s spirit?” A Thousand Years. The song that lived in my marrow. Thanks to Adam’s clumsy attempt at vengeance, the entire bus had heard my soul bared to that melody. It was an easy victory for them.

Frey line was cut. "Settle now yourself students! We will be going to start in ten seconds." Miss. Principal announces. Then, all of the students, including us quickly settled ourselves. After ten seconds, we all raised our left hand and places it in our chest to give respect to our national anthem. After the national anthem, the next song played is the SIS hymn. 🎶Your belief in what we are Wakens thought to go beyond far Faith in what we can yet be Gladdens, set our spirit free

“This can’t be wine.” “Dark Land wine. Careful, it’s stronger than you’re accustomed to.” His green eyes were amused. Taking the caution to heart, she sipped curiously at the otherworldly liquid. “What’s it made from?” “Dream flowers. It’s a very rare and special vintage.” “What’s the occasion?” “Saving a woman is always an occasion.” She looked away. “I suppose it was worth it; I might have known some names, caused some needless deaths.”

Rosemary The air in Amber’s cottage was thick with the scent of dried herbs and the faint, acrid tang of burnt candle wax. The small space had become my sanctuary, my battleground, my prison. Almost every day since the battle, I had snuck away here to practice magic, to chip away at the overwhelming sense of helplessness that had taken root in my chest, the fear of Andromeda’s next move. And every day, I felt like I was clawing at the edges of something vast and incomprehensible, something I could barely grasp.

Sanctum was beautiful, bursting with flowers in every direction. It was Caitlin’s first time in A Nation. Gazing out the car window, she noticed trees blooming with purple flowers and asked, “What kind of flowers are those? They look like heather.” Federico nodded. “That’s exactly what they are. Heather is the official flower of St. Sanctum. We came at just the right time—it’s peak blooming season in September.” “They’re lovely.” They took in the city’s scenery while scanning buildings for anything familiar. King drove at a slow pace, trailing Ashfall carefully.

She could not believe Luke had spaced on the fact that she was on her period and could not handle the tart, icy drink. Laughter and jeers broke out around them. "Luke, that's just low. You know Miss Antique can't stand Cecilia. Yet, you pass off her rejected drink to her? Miss Antique will be heartbroken… Again." Holly was older than the rest of them. The ones who sneered at her, they all made sure to say "Miss Antique" extra loud. However, Holly was not ticked off about the title they used. It was Luke's attitude that really got under her skin.