Golden Wind Requiem Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Go on then. Take care of yourself." Alpha Ethan, or rather just Ethan now, walked out. We went before the Sacred Stone and completed the rejection ritual. "I, Maya Ortega, reject you, Ethan Warner, as my mate." As the vow was spoken, the excruciating pain of the bond rejection washed over me. However, I gritted my teeth and didn't utter a sound. Ethan, on the other hand, turned deathly pale and staggered several steps. "Deep down, I never truly thought it would come to this between us, Maya," he suddenly said.

She rolled over onto her back, her dark eyes widening as she looked up through the dense treeline. The Gilded Fortress was gone. The massive, multi-million-dollar Bedford estate was a towering inferno of orange flames and black smoke, the dark stone structures collapsing into a massive crater of burning rubble. Everything Dominic had used to cage her, everything she had fought against for weeks, had been completely erased from the face of the earth in a single, calculated stroke of treachery. "Vivian..." A low, ruined groan drifted from the dark shadows beside a massive pine tree.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

She replied with some good questions. “It’s too early to tell if there is to be another war, I knew this would be hard for you due to you dad’s passing in the last one, I would listen to Sapphire if she has advised that there will be then this might be the case and you will be ready. You are strong and powerful in your own right and the goddess always has a plan. I think she might be the only golden wolf; this could be a great thing being very rare or could be bad as some might seek you out for selfish reasons.” I explained as she nodded along with my answers.

They revealed the mourning decorations hidden beneath, woven from silver-blue moon grass and the shed fur of our pack. My mother, Cecilia, stood before the main hall. She tore off her celebratory dress, revealing the silver mourning robes underneath. The entire courtyard was bathed in silver moonlight, and the sound of a funeral dirge rose up. The celebratory drums fell silent, replaced by the rhythmic tapping of wolf bones, a funeral beat to guide the soul. The pack members lit the sacred pyres, infused with Wolfsbane, and formed a circle, chanting in unison: "May the moonlight guide her! Send our warrior, Sloane, to the Eternal Hunt!"

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

Due to its high rank, it can order every bird clan around except if a higher rank had appeared. When the Golden Four-Winged Rock had summoned, the wind suddenly blew harder. An immense golden light had appeared in the sky, slowly, the golden light disappeared from their sight and a huge golden bird with four wings showed. The Golden Four-Winged Rock's aura was too strong. Sylvie and Little Black had to add more power to overpower the golden bird. All of a sudden, the Golden Four-Winged Rock cried and cried until its cries hurt the cultivators' ears. "The better choice is to surrender now, young one." Elder Fernando had a smirk plastered on his face.

“Good.” I let out a breath that sounds almost like laughter. “You keep saying that.” “Because it’s true,” Dawson says quietly. “Anger can be clean. It can keep you upright.” He drives. The city passes outside the window in soft blur, and for a while the world is just road and breath and the quiet companionship of someone who doesn’t demand anything from me except that I keep existing. That evening, Dr. Reyes calls me. I step onto the back patio to take it, the air cold enough to make my cheeks sting.