Anthem Novels & Stories

The rest have awkward smiles on their faces. "We should start soon. Only half an left for sunset. If we don't complete it today, it will be a difficult night for us. We cannot ward off, the entire dark world. She's like a beacon in the dark. She will attract them as soon she crosses the library threshold" lord Agamanan explains. "Angel" Darius nudges me forward. I nod at him to take the chair opposite to my grandfather. He gives me a small smile and I return it with one of my own.

Princess Sidhiel Oaths and holding up a key to the tree of life wearing a worthy crown, "cuio i pheriain anann" [may the Halflings live long] sidheil enchant continue "nai lye hiruva airëa amanar, *Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath, nai, Násië" [may thee find blessed Amanar, May they find peace after death be it that, Amen.] And the Cala kingdom lights up and pink-white flowers blossom symbolizing a new life and new beginning people cheering, smiling, clapping, and shouting with joy and delight and the celebration and coronation ended successfully.

The private chapel was tucked away on the grounds of a sprawling, centuries-old estate in the Cotswolds, hidden completely from the prying eyes of the world. It was a crisp, perfect autumn afternoon, the ancient stonework of the building draped in vibrant ivy that had turned a brilliant, fiery red. Inside, the air was thick with the sweet, heady scent of white lilies and the warm, golden glow of hundreds of flickering candles.

“Yes, you can.” He pulled her up, and then he pulled her close as the music went on. A slower song from the eighties that he would struggle with to remember as they all seemed to sound the same, but this would be something to him and hopefully her. He brought her closer to him and held her in the darkness of the surrounding night swaying to the song. When it was over, he looked down at her face as her eyes were closed, and she looked at peace for a moment.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

He broke free of the mirror image and went to the window. The view was that of the garden he had walked through to the bathhouse. Beneath him were broad beds of roses, sage, yellow daisies, and asters. Bees were busy collecting nectar from all of them. Humming birds chased each other guarding certain flowers. To the young prince, it appeared that trumpet vines were their favorite. Looking up he noticed that the sky was mostly clear except for a few clouds slowly marching toward the East. He thought he could hear the sound of ships’ bells off in the distance. He sat on the windowsill for a moment before going back to the mirror. He stood again looking at himself.

“The earth gives us form. And now, to the earth, we return her remains. Citra’s body will join the soil, but her spirit will continue on.” Arden steps forward, handing Hawk a bowl of water. Hawk sprinkles it over Citra. Then he takes a belladonna flower and lays it on her chest. “Hecate, Mother of us all, guide your daughter to the Summerland. May she find peace among our honored ancestors. Let our love carry her across the veil.” He walks to a torch and raises his hand. The flames leap higher. “Fire, we thank you for the passion she brought to life—the spark in her eyes, the energy in her step. May it return to you, to be born anew.”

“She … can … stop … time.” Caius’s brows rose higher and higher with each word. “She can stop time.” Knight slapped his phone down. On the screen was an internet search on various types of flowers. “Did you know there’s a type of chrysanthemum called chrysanthemum Anastasia?” I set the letter down and took another sip of whiskey. There wasn’t nearly enough to make me inebriated, but it did help take the edge off.

ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ Wow, the business department lives up to their name, What a wonderful event did they organize, As I and Emma were strolling and having complete fun of the day A familiar yet distant voice pulled me back to the reality "Yo~ What is a Mistress daughter doing here? Wandering around shamelessly" I turned around to find a person meeting her is the last thing I wanna do but here she is . . Please follow me to support dealing with the unexpected embarrassment, with the next chapter. . "Humiliation"

The assistant, pale with fear from Anthony's anger, stammered, "But didn't you have the lawyer prepare a real marriage certificate? Maybe you should take it and go to Mrs. Harris. I'm sure she'll see how much you mean it." "Get on it. Call the lawyer for that marriage certificate, and then snag that sapphire necklace Jess can't stop thinking about." When he finally caught up with Jessica, he would apologize face-to-face. If he was truly remorseful and sweet-talked her just right, he was sure Jessica would forgive him and come back home. Anthony had the house staff get busy with the roses again. This time, he was determined to blanket the whole yard with Jessica's beloved Blue Enchantress ros