Anthem Novels & Stories

I walked inside. --- The Council of Aetheria had never learned silence. Gods of war, harvest, oath, storm, and a dozen others crowded the amphitheatre, their thrones set in a crescent around the floor. Robes shifted—crimson, sable, luminous blue—each thread a declaration of dominion. Murmurs rose and broke like surf. The Harbinger stood behind the dais, wings folded, armour dimmed—an unsheathed blade pretending stillness.

A series of microscopic pins struck a silver plate, playing a three-note melody—the exact opening notes of the Queen’s Coronation Anthem. Althea gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. It wasn't just jewelry. It was a masterpiece of mechanical music. "My father made the original anthem plates for your coronation," Julian said, his voice thick with emotion. "He built the melody into the Cigna so that if the Silas family were ever in trouble, we could prove our loyalty to the Crown with a single touch." Althea looked at the tiny, singing bird, then at the man who had kept it silent for so long.

I almost laughed when I heard Flora say all that. After a long pause, I finally said in a calm voice, "Flora, have you lost your mind? I'm your younger brother, and that's all I'll ever be in this life. I have school here overseas. You want me to throw everything away and go back? Not happening."

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

On Thanksgiving, Miranda invited her family and friends to have a Thanksgiving dinner at her new mansion. "Thank you all for coming here today. I really appreciate all your help in the past months. You all were there for me through all my ups and downs I am really grateful for everything. Mom and dad thank you for your support all this time I love you both . And Claudia my only precious sister, even though we barely get along I want you to know that I love you so much and I hope one day we will be the best of friends. And of course Becky, my best friend, you're like a sister to me and really thankful for all the times you pushed me beyond my limits I love you girl. Now let us all toast to lo

Pups cheered, their sprigs bold, twilight catching their joy, her courage their guide. Cora’s voice was soft, resonant, amulet still, gray eyes piercing. “Your promises are your legacy, children—live them.” Mist whispered, soft. Peace, my heart—they live, they love. Her fingers brushed a chamomile bloom, twilight catching her braids, a seer’s love eternal. Tess stepped forward, hazel eyes bright, voice warm, raising a lavender sprig. “For Sam and Kevin,” she said, tossing it into the pool, ripples spreading, her cloak swaying, twilight catching her fire, a warrior at rest. “For love, for us.”

Meanwhile, Annabeth Cates stood in the crowd and looked up at him with the rest. Although many people were around, there wasn’t any disruptive noise when Josh Batton really started to sing. In the world, his voice was the only one that resounded throughout the space. “I love you like how the moth fearlessly dives into flames. “Like how fallen leaves piled up can’t be blown away by the wind. “I love you like how rivers never stop flowing. “Like how weeds in the wild can never be completely burned away.”

For this is the day that our Lord has made, Let us rejoice and be glad in it, This is the day; this is the day that our Lord has made. Amen”

Their petals, illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, leading us onward. A soft hum, almost like a lullaby, began to resonate around us. It felt familiar, and comforting, drawing us closer to our destination. "Do you hear that?" I whispered, pausing to soak in the serene ambiance. Alec nodded, a look of wonder in his eyes. "It's the song of the Grove. My grandmother used to hum it to me when I was a child. She said it was a melody that bridged our world with the ancient spirits of the Haven."

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.