Novel & Cerita Anthem

No doubt he knew he was her target. But for the time being, the silence was what she needed, and the absence of voices. And so to attain that, Rose Steele turned into a red smoke, spreading through the trees, sealing parts of herself in each one, bringing even those with dead and rotting trunks and roots to life, causing their leaves to bloom green.

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.

“And my name is Amaris.” “So, Ames—is it okay if I call you that?” He asks, and although I can see his lips moving and know that it’s obviously him speaking, all I can hear is my brother’s voice saying that same stupid nickname. Suddenly, I’m no longer on the outskirts of the pack lands with Maxon. No, instead, I’m standing over Axel’s still warm and bloody body, the sound of the gunshot still echoing throughout my mind, the beat of my heart pulsing double time in my ears, as if it’s having to work harder, trying to make up for the fact that Axel’s heart no longer beats as mine does.

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.

Amaranthine roots from the Latin word aramantos, which means flower. It also has the meaning of unfading, everlasting, immortal, and undying. Which is exactly what Naomi needed to complete the spell and save her sister’s life. But you can only find that type of flower on the Amaranthine Cliff. Naomi got lost on her travels and ended up in the world Benjamin lived in. She also ended up on his route as he traveled the world as a lone wolf. As Naomi figured out her next steps on moving forward and getting out of this world, she and Benjamin bonded. She kept him company on his travels and she revealed to him her powers and where she was traveling to.

More loving More confident in life More confident about life This is right This is right Do not repeat plight To repeat is not always right You forget past plight For to repeat is wrong If it’s sad The thought in mind You decide You decide On the floor of life Each right Each wrong You decide You are right You win the sight The thought upright The thoughtful insight It’s you It’s you who is right Not a book Nor a wisdom in a sentence But you to decide What’s right What’s wrong You decide You be right Repeat it straight Always in your mind If you twist it For a better taste of words Knowledge will bless you again You decide Straight or twist All is right You decide You are right For right lif

Without thinking, I followed it. The garden was peaceful, bathed in the soft light of the early morning. The flowers were in full bloom, and the air was filled with their sweet fragrance. As I walked deeper into the garden, the pull became irresistible, guiding me to a secluded corner near a small fountain. And there she was.

Not now. I’ve got a coven to burn.

Anaztasia declared as she calmly drank a glass of punch. “If a lily can negate a black rose, then we can use the lily as a shield then. Am I right, Romaine?” Hemera asked, her firm gaze looking straight at Romaine. “You are right. But—“ “But what?” “That is the last lily here in Shamrock. We were lucky that Thalia had kept a single one of that flower…” Romaine responded sorrowfully. “That flower that we just drank is not just an ordinary lily of the valley. It is one of the Mighty Five.”

She had said little for hours, only watching, calculating, her silence heavier than words. At last, near the deepest point of the night — when the stars themselves seemed to flicker with fatigue — Thalia pressed her hands flat against the map and whispered the final verse. The smoke thickened, sinking over the glowing violet flame that marked Amara’s position. It swirled, enclosing the light, dimming it slowly as the air thickened with the scent of crushed valerian and nightshade.