Azure Night Waltz Of Rapture Novels & Stories

BLUE eyes stared as starlight gleamed through the window. The night sky was like a painting as a dusty river of stars that shimmered with dark blues and pale pinks cut through the deep purple background. Hanna's soft snores bounced off the hut walls, the white noise a droning comfort. Faline rolled uncomfortably to her side. With a sleepy yawn, the Knight closed her hidden eyes and focused inward.

Only my face, whole and marked and alive. Then I withdrew, leaving him to the dark and the wind and the howling of wolves who would never answer his call. The pup stirred in his cradle, sensing my return. I sang to him, the last song, the one I had composed in the silver cage when I thought I would die: "The bond was chain. The fire was friend. The ash was birth. The phoenix rose." He slept. I watched the moon through the high window—full, indifferent, beautiful. Tomorrow, we would run. North, first, to the territories my father had held. Then east, to the sanctuary I had built from Leon's signed parchment. Then south, to the lands I had conquered with nothing but survival.

"There's no more time for doubt, Inka! We have to complete the final phase at the highest altar right now!" Zane's voice was hoarse, cutting through the howling wind that had suddenly turned frigid. The moon above us shifted rapidly, its pure silver hue eroded by a deep red shadow like dripping blood. The mystical aura of The Sanguine Coven, which had momentarily dissipated, now crept back with ten times the suffocating intensity. The rocky ground beneath our feet began to tremble, emitting purple vapor that made the thousands of rogue wolves around us groan weakly once more.

" she retorted and left my hair for a while before she continued twisting it. I kept quiet. She was right. Razzi was a typical business man making money out of every event whether it was a product of moral decadence or not. As far as his money comes, he doesn't care. I missed out on last year's ghetto fiesta. My mother was very ill then and I couldn't leave her for the event. However, I was hurt every moment the loud music all the way from Greenland came crashing into my ears. Tonight, I was going for a special assignment. After going through my father's diary the previous night soughting for a clue, my mother and I finally got a clue. In my fathers diary, he highlighted key places. He wrote

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

And then. The doors began to open. A hush fell across the grand hall like snowfall. The Elders stepped forward, their robes whispering against stone, the ceremonial scroll in hand. “On this night,” the head Elder intoned, voice echoing through the space, “we bear witness to the union of blood and bond. Of old power, and new rise. The return of the Winters… and the crowning of the Queen Luna.” Applause didn’t erupt. No cheers. Just silence, reverent, powerful.

Soldiers staggered back as heat and cold spiraled together in a sickening twist. Azeriel shouted, “A rift is forming! They are using Kai again. They found a way to reach deeper.” Rowan’s heart hammered, but her voice was steady. “Hold formation. Do not break. Everyone fall back three steps and keep your eyes forward.” The rift opened fully. A jagged tear hovered above the snow, pulsing with dark energy threaded through with Kai’s fire. It dragged at the air, tugging with a force that made Rowan’s breath catch for a second.

He couldn’t break down now. Hitting the start option again, Zen deployed all his brain cells, focusing on the music with a gamer’s intensity. His concentration levels were at an all-time high despite fatigue accumulating. He had to clear this to defeat Mandy. Purple. White. Blue. Blue. Ruse. White. Purple. Blue. Ruse… One by one, the spotlights lit up. Seven correct combinations, seven green lights. All they had left was to get one more combination before they could put Huff N Puff to rest!

Ezra I stand before the bank of monitors, my hands gripping the console so hard the plastic creaks. On the main screen, the external feed shows the sky over Silverwood. It isn't blue anymore. It isn't even gray. It’s a bruising, sickly purple, darkening by the second. "Ninety percent coverage," I whisper to the empty room. "Totality in twelve minutes." The wards protecting this room are screaming. They’re buckling under the pressure of the ritual starting miles away. The Shadow Faction isn't just knocking on the door, they’re trying to tear the house down.