Golden Wind Requiem Novels & Stories

At that moment, though, he was exhausted. The contents in the thumb drive made him realize that everything felt like it was crushing down. His beautiful childhood sweetheart, Josie Law, was not the person she seemed to be. His wife, whom he thought would wait for him forever, had left him just like that. She even left him things that were enough to destroy him once and for all. There was one last file he had yet to open. Inside were just four words. [Don't look for me.] Xander knew what she meant. If he went looking for her, she would expose those lethal materials to the world.

He said. His words broke my heart, was he about to reject me? He dare not. “I have no time to face all this, about the mating bond it can be dissolved. But not now, all I care about is getting my revenge. I would avenge the death of my parents at all cost. If I have to die to get that done, then so be it.” I said, every word I said was filled with determination. It’s a promise I was making to myself, I would get stronger and kill everyone, and I wouldn’t leave a soul.

His Shadowkin rally, their loyalty a bulwark, the Lightweavers and keepers retreating into the mists. The storm’s nexus pulses, its black-star chaos slashing at the group, rifts tearing the reborn world. I reach the altar, the group’s relics—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Maddox’s shadowed dagger, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Zorath’s silver gauntlet, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet, Theryn’s light-blade, Zynara’s void-dagger, Kael’s void-shard—glowing in my hands. I channel my cosmic essence, the purge ritual beginning, my hymn a crescendo. “Veil, cleanse her!” The relics flare, starlight and shadow flooding the nexus, the void-storm’s black-

Elio said as he drew out four more shimmering gold instruments, placing them alongside the Buddha's Heart and passing them to Old Madam Jones. Old Madam Jones took them gingerly, letting May slip on her fancy glasses with the floral frames, and peered closely at the ancient seal script etched into the gold. She ran her fingers over the characters, whispering, "Tribulation, Salvation, Virtue, Healing, Justice... These are the legendary Five Golden Instruments, timeless treasures beyond measure!"

~Riya~ The wind carried the scent of burning sage and grief. Funeral drums echoed through the courtyard, deep and hollow, matching the rhythm of the ache in my chest. Father’s pyre stood tall at the heart of the ceremony, surrounded by white-cloaked elders chanting the rites of farewell. The flames danced higher, licking at the dawn sky like desperate hands reaching for heaven. I stood at the front, my hands trembling inside my gloves. The gold pendant Father had given me, the one with our family crest, felt heavier than ever around my neck.

When the two collided, a terrible storm swept over, shaking the boulders of both sides of the mountain to roll down. The energy chain was destroyed. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine swept toward the sturdy man. Seeing that, the others quickly retreated. The tall and sturdy man's face was full of disdain. His outer clothes had been blasted apart and the golden armor underneath appeared. Phoenix-Winged Golden Armor was a high-quality Sacred Relic. Golden light burst out from it. The ripples made by the Amethyst Mine were shattered by it. Elder Ancestor's pupils constricted and his expression turned grave.

The scream that left her throat wasn't one of pain, but of release. A pillar of golden light erupted from the basement, shooting up through the levels of the fortress, piercing the smoke-filled sky, and scattering the Gold-Fang mercenaries like dust in the wind. The light was so bright it turned the midnight sky into high noon. Inside the basement, Lucas watched in agony as the golden fur of the White Wolf spirit manifested behind Audrey, huge and ethereal. The spirit let out one final, haunting howl before it dissolved into liquid light, flowing into the cracks of the Solar Heart.

CHAPTER 112: CROWN OF THREE POV: RHEA SONG OF THE CHAPTER: MY DEMONS BY STARSET (ACOUSTIC) ~~ (MOMENTS BEFORE THE DREMARI DIES:) The wind is too quiet. It’s the kind of stillness that only comes after something sacred has shattered. The kind that hangs heavy in your lungs, tastes like copper and grief. The Dremari lies on the stone altar, more shadow than substance now. His form is flickering each breath a struggle, each movement like smoke curling in reverse. The crater around us glows faintly, the remains of his protection spell still etched in the cracked ground.

" She reached out to grab my sleeve. Her hands were covered in frostbite and cracks. I stepped back, avoiding her touch. "Sienna, you're mistaken about one thing." I looked straight into her eyes. "I loved the woman who had dreams and integrity, not this shameless, blame-shifting person you've become." With a loud bang, I slammed the door shut in her face. Outside, I could hear her suppressed sobs and the sound of her slapping herself. Leaning against the door, I let out a long breath. … One year later, I received the annual music report from the music app again.

In the end, she nodded and said, "Alright. We'll do as you say." The first stop on the Twilight Dance Company's tour was naturally King City. As the most famous dance company of the moment, the moment the tickets went on sale, they were completely sold out. Even Jason, who normally paid no attention to such things, received several tickets from a business partner. His assistant, Gabriel Dowd, swallowed nervously while standing beside his desk. He could not help thinking the business partner had made a grave mistake. Ever since Ivy's urn had been smashed by Felicity a year ago, Jason had gone mad. Of course, Felicity had been sent to prison by the Hough family, while some of Ivy's ashes had b