Anthem Of The Heart Anime Movie Novels & Stories

With a final, savage twist, she ended it, her jaws crushing his windpipe. As his body fell limp, Raina stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion. Her white fur was stained with blood, a testament to the fierce battle she had fought. She lifted her head, her ice-blue eyes scanning the room, ready for the next challenge. In that moment, she was the embodiment of strength and dominance, a Luna who had survived and conquered.

Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!” I collapsed. I was unable to support myself any longer. Fine shards of glass pierced my skin and stained the floor crimson. Hearing the commotion, my best friend Beryl rushed over in a panic. She held me and looked horrified. She shouted at Bryan, “Aria gave you her heart! She relies on an artificial heart now. She can’t drink! She’ll die! Do you even understand that?!”

Smells like chocolate, and roses, and a lavender dream. "The rules go like this...first, we establish a baseline." His words are like quiet music, soft, melodious against my temple, barely audible over the movie. But his voice is ragged; his chest heaves. The metal disc of the stethoscope is cool through my thin black t-shirt, and I arch automatically into the touch. "Good girl. That's it. Alright, your heart rate is a little elevated." No shit. Glass shatters in the movie. Bullets pop, and upstairs Dad and Amelia must be in Dreamland.

“The Fifth Key.” Back in the Heart Chamber… Amara’s eyes suddenly opened. But they were no longer brown. They were pure silver. Every member of the Royal Guard fell to one knee. The Heart Tree bent its branches toward her. The ancient throne began to glow. And from somewhere deep beneath the mountain… A woman’s voice whispered: “My daughter…” Amara slowly sat upright. She looked around the chamber. Then her silver eyes settled on Leon. When she spoke… Her voice was not entirely her own.

I let out a slow breath as I watched him go before preparing a pitcher. When I came out most of the edamame were gone. A fan had recorded their performance on WhoTube and in perfect quality, it took me a second to realize it was from the company channel itself. I was mistaken. "This is so cool! Like even to foreign listeners, the sound itself is really beautiful you know, but more importantly, it slaps like..." "The soundtrack in anime." I finished. "Isn't this one from that new popular anime?"

Just the way our experiences and awareness makes us see it. 41: Ayame - The Threads We Sew

Her movements were fluid, and with a sweeping gesture she held out a hand to one of her assistants Theresa, who stepped forward holding a covered platter. The sound of crackling and burning wood filled the air around us as Theresa slowly slipped the lid off to reveal a fresh, bloody heart, and I fought the urge to cringe away from the organ, which would’ve been in some poor deer up until an hour or so ago. I was supposed to take the heart and throw it into the Holy Fire, and the act would convey to our Goddess that the Sanguis Pack was grateful for her continued support. I reminded myself that now was not the time to be chicken out, and took blood-slicked heart into my palm. I was surprised

And faintly, like a dream brushing the edge of waking, the world answered with a single heartbeat. --- Kyoto. Mina hummed to herself beneath the falling rain. The sound carried softly down the mountain, weaving through trees and cities, finding every place where quiet once hurt too much. Somewhere, beneath the surface of the world, the Pulse stirred—not loud, not divine, just human. A lullaby for the living.

In a daze, I staggered out and collapsed into someone's arms just as I was about to faint downstairs. When I woke up again, I saw Gideon. My injuries had already been treated. "Jovienne, don't you want to know the truth?" Gideon handed me a folder. "I'm the Maverick Quincey kept talking about. Quincey loves daffodils the most. She says people should only love themselves. She has a mole on her chest—" "Stop," I cut him off as I shut my eyes. I knew there was no way Gideon could know Quincey that intimately.

“It’s old, but I found it yesterday. I think you’re gonna like it.” Silvia played it and gawked. Vector was just perfect. It was a guitar ballad, sang in English by Maaya Sakamoto, their favorite Japanese voice actress/singer since they were kids. Easy rhythm, her sweet voice, romantic lyrics. And while she replayed it, the images just popped up in her head. Absolutely. From that moment on, she started planning the clip itself. And she was surprised that, for once, her wild imagination stuck to scenes she could actually shoot.