Golden Wind Requiem Novels & Stories

The majority of the team were early leavers who came to prepare the large client presentation today The floor lights were reduced to warm amber. Beyond the glass, the city skyline gleamed. There were a thousand golden windows in the sky as the sky reflected at dusk. I sat at my desk, preparing the logistics report. When a voice ripped the silence. “Miss Rivera.” I looked up. Damian Hayes stood near the window, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened, the fading sunlight drawing sharp lines across his face. He looks so handsome no wonder why women throw themselves on him “You’re still here?” he continued

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

She held it to my stone lips, her body trembling with fanatic reverence. "Drink... the... silence..." she hissed. The sound was a wet rattle. She poured the water onto my chest. The liquid hit the hot quartz and turned to steam. The Gilded Toll took the sensation and transformed it into a new memory-erasure. The sound of Ryan’s laugh in New York. It vanished. A pillar of gold ash. "The Administrator is reporting unauthorized architecture..." Kael’s voice boomed. It was layered now, sounding like the First Omega’s sonar pulse. "Aria... the throne... it's just a drawing. The real chair is made of souls."

The ring felt slightly loose against my skin. “I’ll take it to get resized first thing tomorrow,” he promised quickly. “There’s no need,” I said, looking down at our hands. “Fingers always thin out during the winter. It’ll fit perfectly by the time summer comes around.” He stared down at my hand, then looked back up at the massive curtain of green light dancing across the Arctic sky, a sudden, radiant smile breaking across his face. “You used to say that the northern lights you spent a lifetime chasing were never meant for you, and there was no need to chase them anymore.”

The nickname 'Mood maker' suits her well. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

He raised a hand, showing a battered clockwork object that once must have looked like a mouse. “I dare say you only found it on the second day...” “This conversation is over.” Damien Wolfsbane began to stand up. “Wait, please, I beg your pardon once again, groundskeeper... Please, I merely want to talk...” “About what?” Damien sat back down with an exasperated sigh. “About the Golden Sun and the Silver moon,” said the hooded figure. Damien’s face darkened. “Please hear my request...” “That is of no concern to you, wizard.”

We felt the wind getting stronger. "Lacrimosa dies illa Qua resurget ex favilla Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus, Pie Jesu Domine Judicandus homo reus Huic ergo parce, Deus, Pie Jesu Domine" We could feel the wind blowing, but it was unlike any wind we'd ever felt before. There's something in the air that I can't put my finger on. All I know is that I am feeling a warm sensation. It has a soothing effect. My body... The air is trembling. I close my eyes and feel the breeze on my face. I can feel the air piercing my spirit. It seemed like the wind was caressing me. When Akisha's song finished, our eyes widened as we realized that all of our wounds had healed entirely. But how exactl

She could see the nobles on their bottom on the floor with their backs pressed to the wall because of the intensity of the wind. Merea’s heart raced as she realized what was happening. This wind is not the work of man. What is she doing here, she thought to herself. Suddenly a white light shone through the room momentarily blinding everyone in it. When the light dimmed Goyre was standing in their midst with her staff and her tight-fitting metal gown but her eyes were blazing with fire. The wind came together around her body, flashes of lightning moved through the vortex and when Goyre opened her voice to speak her voice was heard in the wind.

I freeze on the spot, staring at the angry Amber eyes. "Sol come on". Gudrun calls out. "Use Your galdr". For a moment I just stand there, then I lift my hands and start singing. My necklace starts glowing warmly and the wind picks up. I throw my hands forward, the wind follows my move, slamming into the hamram. It doesn't even have time to react before it is picked up and thrown backwards into the forest, opposite where the two others disappeared. I disband the wind and everything goes scarily quiet.