Anthem Novels & Stories

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

“Ms Masey makes me feel so ancient. And congratulations on your election to Mayor, Heath.” “Thank you,” Heath’s eyes flicked to Aislen. “Co-mayor.” “Oh, everyone knows that is just Havermouth being Havermouth. I’m just sorry that someone’s joke is spoiling your achievement. Lovely choices,” Deborah remarked on the bouquet as Lauren passed it to Aislen and she leaned her face into the bunch. “Red roses, aconite, hyacinth, lavender, and rosemary. This will be lovely in a kitchen.”

Each one radiates something different: Heartwood Emberroot hums with deep sorrow and embered hope. Ashbane carries the ache of betrayal, the weight of endings. Mireblossom pulses faintly, echoing my heartbeat. Lunacrown Thistle stings even from a distance, sharp, and proud, refusing to be tamed. Solstice Veinleaf is cold and impossibly bright, like moonlight on snow.

“I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” — W. B. Yeats ~~~ [Xanthea Plath] I limped into the graveyard, clutching my broken arm with the other hand. Blood mixed in the rain trailed down from my shoulder to my elbow, down my wrists, making its way to my fingers that clutched the small bouquet of forget-me-not flowers. Every flower of the bouquet was crushed and marred with blood-stains. The blue ribbon that once tied the flowers together was long lost.

"No time for dilly-dallying, you must tally with my word whether your answer might pull down or up. It is rather a must for I desire this Amaranth." "His Amaranth flower, who blooms rare. Holds phenomenal power, Wherefore fair? Whence fair? frog's thoughts are fair."

She might think something. Okay, let us just wait for him, Khim. Maybe he is on his way. /Land of the sun of glory and passion The skies are alive in thy presence Our joy is when someone comes to oppress thee Is to die while protecting thee from them/ After the National Anthem ended, our Alma Matter Hymn played next. /Your belief in what we are, Wakens thoughts to go beyond far Faith in what we can yet be, Gladden sets our spirits free/ /Come let us to Southville

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

She poured a little of the Asphax from it's container onto her palm and applied it to her skin, it burned a little but she endured it, it would be well worth it. She unsheathed her sword and held it gingerly in her right hand as she proceeded into the forest. She heard more screeching and fear registered in her body at first, she could not believe she was outside the fortress and in the forest already! She placed a hand on the bottle of Asphax which was tied to her waist, contemplating whether to apply more to her skin or not but she shook her head. It would be best to use only as little as she could, it lasts on the body for only forty eight hours and she could not afford to waste it withou

Then she rolled her body around the pillar to catch her breath. A quick glance up towards the glass ceiling told Larice that dawn was breaking. The clouds were gone, and the skies reached a bright red color, the bloodiest color she had ever seen in her life. The Phoenix Comet was in sight, flying above the heavens like a slow bird—with the orange flares as its tail. “The time has come at last,” the Emperor stomped the foot of the spear against the floor and cast out … —[Spear of Phlareus]—

Nervous energy bubbled throughout the theater. Dressed in probably the most amazing gown she’d ever seen in her life, including her wedding dress, Ella sat next to Rome holding his hand, and waiting for his award category to come up. The long red ball gown shimmered in the dim light, its full skirt moving and flowing when she walked like butterflies’ wings. If Rome’s category didn’t come up soon, she thought she might explode with anxiety. It already seemed like they’d been waiting for half a day, even though it had only been a few hours since they’d gotten into the limo and made their way to the famous theater in Hollywood where the biggest award show of the year was always held.