Golden Wind Requiem Novels & Stories

There’s an oppressive malevolence in the design. Maybe I’m just getting caught up in all of this mystical claptrap. Monks and psychics and auras. I shake it off and come up behind Norbu at the waterfront railing. There’s nothing to hide behind out here at the edge of the river. Just me and him. He takes a black horn from his wrinkled paper bag. If I had to guess, I’d say it was an ox horn. The severed end is covered in plastic wrap secured with a rubber band. As he removes the wrapper, he starts chanting again, the syllables snatched on the wind, his robe fluttering and flapping. I watch in silence from a few feet back as he pours the colored sand into the river. It’s like watching a scatter

From the clear white tiles on the floor to the whole interior of the house, everything screams luxury and it gives out a homey feeling. Jason continued to turn on the lights around the room with a click of a button on a small remote and even has a button to open the big long curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the room that has an amazing view of the city and the Golden Gate Bridge from afar. I walked towards the window and folded my arms together while staring at the moving cars down below and the lights in other skyscraper buildings nearby. I would love to have my own place like this someday with a big window that has an amazing view like this one.

Then in his other hand, he took the knife and held it up in the light. Free from its sheath, the blade reflected brilliantly like a mirror. The silver of the blade was perfectly polished and beautifully made, much like everything else in the castle. Now was the moment that she was dreading the most, the cut. Charlotte held her breath as the blade was pressed to her open palm and quickly slid across her skin, the tip biting across her hand. Then with a gentle tug, Lord Hunt urged her forward so he could hold her bleeding hand over the chalice.

The Alpha announced, hushing Jake from his speech. He came down from his throne and walked to me. “Alpha Jaden, help me. You are closer to Your Silver. Let’s bring her back to Black Hills.” I think I was missing what he meant. “Bring her back to Black Hills to do what there?” I asked innocently. Jake rushed to my side. “No, Your Silver is done with Chris and you can’t fix it. They rejected each other. The land is cursed. Still your fault.” I pushed the Alpha back on impulse, he was confused by my reaction. Jake held my arm.

Now there was nothing left of him but faint motes of silver drifting into the heavens. “Brother…” Liora’s whisper was choked with anguish. Her claws dug into the soil. “Forgive me.” --- The Mourning of the Wolves A sound rose behind her—a deep, guttural howl of grief. Selene stood at the edge of the battlefield, her white fur scorched, her flank bleeding. She tilted her muzzle skyward and let loose a cry so full of sorrow that even the Eclipse Wolves joined in. One by one, wolves from every pack—light, shadow, and even those aligned with the Solar Wolves—raised their voices to the heavens. The howls merged into a single, soul-shattering lament, a hymn for the fallen.

"Eighteen years, and we still don't know why they targeted Isolde and Korran's pack specifically. But if they learn a Golden Wolf survived..." I moved to the window, my gaze distant as I processed the threat that haunted my nightmares. "They didn't just kill everyone, Alric. They were systematic, thorough. The way they eliminated every trace of Waning Moon suggests they were looking for something—or someone—specific." "And now that someone has revealed herself," Alric said, rising to join me at the window. "But how could anyone have known she was a Golden Wolf? Calla's awakening just happened—unless they have ways of sensing such power that we don't understand."

Lucine twirled her hair playfully, her voice amused as she said, "Is there a need for me to lie?" The forest was silent, with only the whispering of the leaves brushing against each other as a gentle breeze blew past. Selena tightened her hands into fists, not expecting the truth of Lucine's disappearance 20 years ago to be this inconceivable.

Nicoria replied with a smile, “The human I have, is the apple of my eyes. How will I let her go away from me? There’s more to gain through her. Don’t bother, let her wander wherever she wants.” Nicoria descended from her room with a candle in her hands with an evil look and smirk on her lips. Her warrior pack was waiting in the living area to welcome their Queen. Nicoria reached the middle of the living area and placed the candles in order. ***** The oblation starts with undefined rhymes, all the candles were lit automatically when rhymes were started to chant, and then Mrs Nicoria Blackfire throws flowers and fresh rainwater in the pyre. The pyre by engulfing rare flowers and fresh rainwate

Otherwise, it was impossible for him to say such words. "Swoosh!" But just as this Golden Wolf Dark Races' voice fell, the sound of rushing wind was heard. Following the appearance of the sound of rushing wind, the life of this Golden Wolf Dark Races had forever disappeared from this world. "What?" The remaining dozen or so Golden Wolf Dark Races were all terrified. They didn't even see how Lucas did it, wondering how Golden Wolf Dark Races died.

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it