Anthem Novels & Stories

Athena's fingers moved with precision, collecting the petals in a small, delicate basket. The crystal clear stream sang its gentle melody as Athena dipped a vial into its waters, capturing the essence of the stream. She poured the essence into a gleaming silver bowl, where it merged with the pine tree resin. The fragrance of the resin, warm and inviting like a crackling fire, mingled with the sweetness of the starflower. As the moon began its ascent, Athena combined the ingredients, stirring the mixture clockwise, then counterclockwise, seven times each. Rosalind's empathic senses resonated with the healing energy, guiding Athena's hands.

or the "Weight of the Sombra-God." "They’re 'A-Tuning' to us, Dad," Marcus’s son, Leo, whispered. "They aren't trying to 'Be' us. They’re just... 'Echoing' that it’s okay to be 'Us.'" As Chapter 106 closes, Avery Vane-Thorne realizes that the "Amethyst-Nativity" is the true "End of the War." The "Symmetry" was a "Forced-Harmony," but the "Resonance" was a "Voluntary-Duet."

She sent Ethan an article about the Higashiyama district in October, which Ethan forwarded to Valentina with one word: obvious. Valentina books Japan in March. Not the birthday — Rosa's birthday is the twentieth and Japan is in May, when the late spring light is doing what May light does in Kyoto, and the Higashiyama district is at the particular quality it has between the cherry blossoms and the summer heat. Two weeks. Valentina, Ethan, Clara, Rosa, Pep. Five people in a country that Pep knows and Valentina has been to, and Rosa has been circling for a year.

“This dress is gorgeous. It’s Axel’s favourite and our flag colour.” Amy hid her smile behind her palm, looking away when I glared. The maid has been aware and lets me choose his favourite colour. I suppressed a groan, trying to appear delighted by the fact. A string quartet strummed out the traditional hymn as I moved closer to the altar.

They matched every rune with effortless precision. “What is the chosen elixir of Emily Carter?” Spiced cocoa with mountain honey. There was no hesitation; the runes matched instantly. “Upon which lunar cycle was Emily Carter brought into the light?” “The fourteenth day of the Harvest Moon.” He didn't just remember; he knew the very alignment of the stars. “Which hymn resonates with Emily’s spirit?” A Thousand Years. The song that lived in my marrow. Thanks to Adam’s clumsy attempt at vengeance, the entire bus had heard my soul bared to that melody. It was an easy victory for them.

Frey line was cut. "Settle now yourself students! We will be going to start in ten seconds." Miss. Principal announces. Then, all of the students, including us quickly settled ourselves. After ten seconds, we all raised our left hand and places it in our chest to give respect to our national anthem. After the national anthem, the next song played is the SIS hymn. 🎶Your belief in what we are Wakens thought to go beyond far Faith in what we can yet be Gladdens, set our spirit free

“This can’t be wine.” “Dark Land wine. Careful, it’s stronger than you’re accustomed to.” His green eyes were amused. Taking the caution to heart, she sipped curiously at the otherworldly liquid. “What’s it made from?” “Dream flowers. It’s a very rare and special vintage.” “What’s the occasion?” “Saving a woman is always an occasion.” She looked away. “I suppose it was worth it; I might have known some names, caused some needless deaths.”

Sanctum was beautiful, bursting with flowers in every direction. It was Caitlin’s first time in A Nation. Gazing out the car window, she noticed trees blooming with purple flowers and asked, “What kind of flowers are those? They look like heather.” Federico nodded. “That’s exactly what they are. Heather is the official flower of St. Sanctum. We came at just the right time—it’s peak blooming season in September.” “They’re lovely.” They took in the city’s scenery while scanning buildings for anything familiar. King drove at a slow pace, trailing Ashfall carefully.

She could not believe Luke had spaced on the fact that she was on her period and could not handle the tart, icy drink. Laughter and jeers broke out around them. "Luke, that's just low. You know Miss Antique can't stand Cecilia. Yet, you pass off her rejected drink to her? Miss Antique will be heartbroken… Again." Holly was older than the rest of them. The ones who sneered at her, they all made sure to say "Miss Antique" extra loud. However, Holly was not ticked off about the title they used. It was Luke's attitude that really got under her skin.

"That's right! She promised! She can't kill you!" Marcus frowned. The other warriors began to hesitate. The elders on stage exchanged uneasy glances. In pack tradition, a life-debt was sacred and unbreakable. "Elara…" Thomas said softly, "if you really made that vow…" Everyone was waiting for my answer. They thought I would waver because of that damned oath. That I would lower my weapon, once again a victim of Kaelen's moral blackmail. I looked at Kaelen, at the smug, calculating look in his eyes.