Novel & Cerita Golden Wind Requiem

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

Beside me, Geneva kept hassling me about going back to gather evidence. “Why are you so calm about this? You were the one who said you wanted to come back to expose the truth. Why aren’t you doing anything now that you’re back?” I pulled Geneva into my embrace and said with a laugh, “There’s no rush. What, are you worried that I won’t make enough money from this workshop to maintain your lifestyle? I’m just waiting for Zachary to panic and incriminate himself.” As I expected, Zachary started to panic upon finding out that I was back after having won Dr. Hubbard’s recognition.

In black letters the box read "Tiffany & Co." I opened the box to reveal a small bag that also read Tiffany & Co. I opened the small bag and reached in to grab the piece of metal a felt. I slowly pulled out a sterling silver chain. Along the chain was a beautiful sterling silver snowflake. It was the most perfect thing I could've gotten. I smiled lightly as I unlatched the hook and put the necklace on.

The roar of the wind devoured every other sound, yet somewhere inside its fury she thought she heard whispers, faint and impossible, growing clearer the higher they climbed. She squeezed her eyes shut as they neared the golden heights. The light had become too bright, too fierce, scorching through her lids. Then, all at once, there was silence. Gildeon stilled beneath her except for the measured beat of his wings. The savage winds vanished. The cold violence of the climb was gone. Araheen slowly opened her eyes.

I had to climb a mountain and beg for it. I opened my mouth to speak, but it felt as though there was cotton stuffed down my throat—I couldn't make a sound. Ray narrowed his eyes at me from behind Nadia. "Is there a problem?" he silently warned me. Snapping back to reality, I released her arm. "Sorry—that's a beautiful pendant," I said to her. "Thank you," Nadia replied.

⸻ The bond suddenly flared. ⸻ Not painfully. ⸻ Warmly. ⸻ Silver and gold light wrapped around Lucian and Amara. ⸻ The guardians instinctively lowered their heads. ⸻ A gentle breeze replaced the violent wind. ⸻ Tiny silver lights drifted through the air like fireflies. ⸻ Amara looked around in amazement. ⸻ “What is this?” ⸻ The Golden Wolf smiled. ⸻ “The bond is responding.” ⸻

I could hear the wind whispering through the leaves and the breathing of earthworms beneath the soil. I also heard a faint, familiar cry coming from the golden energy of a distant pack. It was my essence, and it was weeping. I focused my mind on its distant lament. … Back at the healing sanctuary, Chloe suddenly let out a piercing scream. Her body arched violently, as if something had struck her hard in the chest. Then, she spat out a mouthful of blood. In the pooling red on the floor, a single drop of golden liquid shimmered faintly.

I broke down crying without restraint as I murmured tremulously, "Grandpa…" He was barely conscious and handed me a recording device. It was something he had once bought to record the funny things I said and our shared memories. I never imagined it would be used like this. I roughly wiped the tears off my cheeks. "Grandpa, please don't leave me. I was wrong. I didn't take good care of you. I never thought Leon would dare to show his face here. I should've been more careful."

Eva Blackthorn stood at the edge of the golden bridge, her heart pounding in rhythm with the soft roar of the crowds below. The ceremonial silk she wore shimmered, concealing the datapads and hidden poisons sewn into its folds. The air smelled faintly of incense, and the distant echo of trumpets signaled the approach of a new peace—one that would come at a steep price.

The shades she had on hid her tears from the world. Crystal walked to the decorated arena outside the barracks. They didn't hold a requiem mass inside a church, they had thought it honourable to do it here. She took a seat after most of the eyes on her had settled. The new commander was talking on the podium at the front while the priest stood behind, looking like they had just stolen his shine—looking out of place. She identified the twentieth sitting apart from the crowd and couldn't believe her eyes. He didn't look scarred. For someone who survived death, Crystal felt he should have at least tried to look worse for wear.