Anthem Novels & Stories

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

The jagged cliffs sparkle under the midday sun like crushed diamonds, framing the ancient stone amphitheater where our ancestors once forged the original pact of the north and south. Every breath we exhale turns to white mist, a quiet testament to the bitter cold we have conquered and the warm, unbreakable bonds we forged in the darkest hours of our war. Thousands of loyal wolves from every allied pack stand in hushed silence as the ancient elders step forward, lifting the heavy, gleaming Eternal Silver Crown and placing it firmly upon my head.

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."

She felt it in her bones: something heavier than weather. Ethan noticed, he leaned close, voice pitched for her ears alone. “You okay, Moonbean?” She nodded once, small fingers tightening around her cup of warm cider. “It’s close.” He didn’t ask what. He simply rested his hand on the back of her chair, a silent promise. The music swelled. An elder rose to begin the oath recitation. Three hundred voices joined in low, reverent unison, “We are Blood Moon. We are one heart, one fang, one future...”

Aunt Dorothy says urgently. Aunt Dorothy places an empty sage bowl from her bag onto the ground directly in front of her. She places some rosemary on the bottom of the bowl. She then lights a stick of sage and, without blowing out the flame, chants the following words. “Fire bright, Sage Light. What was made wrong is being made right. The memory is gone, what’s done is done. All will be well by morning sun.” Aunt Dorothy blows out the flame and lets the smoke smoulder into the air. And then she begins to chant:

"When I die, you don't have to visit the grave often. Because who you hug later is just a mound of dirt, and what you tell me I can't possibly hear. Just once a year, and later. And now, tell me anything, whatever, while I'm still here, with you." - Zarry Hendrik ***

She called out, "Ms. Johnson." Elaine paused before she turned to face her. "Yes? What is it?" With a triumphant air, Lucy said, "I'm Mr. Carter's new favorite, so it's time for you to step aside. Love's gone; without it, marriage is like chewing on cardboard—it's enough to make you sick." She was bathed in sunlight, her white dress cinching at the waist, showcasing her delicate figure. She was undeniably youthful, stunning, and vibrant.

The distant echo of war trembled beneath the music. Some of the senior disciples stiffened. They knew. Such thing could only came from twelve years ago. A single clear note rang out. It cut through the heaviness like dawn breaking over a storm-torn horizon. The illusion shifted. From ruined earth, lotus blossoms rose, and from darkness, light unfurled. The battlefield dissolved into calm waters beneath a rising sun. Golden light spilled across the hall, and the drifting petals gathered above Cian Xia, weaving together into a radiant lotus emblem. It was the true symbol of LianHua Residence.

Amaris "Now, if everyone would turn to page 253 of their texts, we will begin,” our teacher says, trying to gain our attention over all of the noise of students chattering. Instead of paying attention, I lay my head on my desk, not caring in the least about this class, or school altogether. I'm only here so that I can finish my education, get my diploma and leave this godforsaken town and these godforsaken people.

They had spent about half and hour traveling in complete silence. Dante faced the window throughout the drive. He found watching the trees and sky peaceful. The driver, who later introduced himself as John, turned on the stereo to clear off the boredom in the air. Despite that, it was the longest thirty minutes of Dante's life. He had no idea where he was being taken to whatever was waiting for him there. About twenty minutes later, the car got to a stop. Dante looked outside the window and was speechless. They were stopped before a tall gold gate. The type of gate you'd find in modern royal films. Where are we? He wondered.