Golden Wind Requiem Novels & Stories

However, before she could hide it all the way, Lucy was already by the bed, grabbing for her arm. "Give me the phone!" Tania held on to the phone for dear life and would not let go. Lucy did not think Tania, who had been drugged, would be so strong. She pulled hard, lost her balance, and stumbled toward the big window. Tania could not let go in time and got pulled along, smashing into the glass. "Crash —" The loud sound of breaking glass filled the air, and Tania felt like she was floating as she fell backward.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

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."

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.”

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.

In fact, Grandfather vanished to the upper realm twenty-two years ago and has yet to come back, but he promised he would one day. "Grandfather...You're okay, right? If you need help-" He cut me off with a small wave, shaking his head "Theres no need. I don't need help and I'm okay, child. Right now, there's a war going on up here. As soon as I settle it, I'll come back. Not much longer now, precious girl" he reached for the alter and lifted a crown. A single arc of star-infused steel forms the crown's frame. Its surface is polished to a mirror's sheen on one side and patinated to deep charcoal on the other. Along the interior rim, a molten vein of alchemical glass - a deep ember-red - runs l

She howled his name repeatedly, demanding he claim responsibility for her, threatening to report both him and me to the High Council of Packs otherwise. The videos spread rapidly throughout pack networks, opinions divided, with some beginning to investigate my identity. As I frowned in irritation, Nate appeared and silently took my crystal. "You're due for a holiday. We're going to the Ancient Peaks tomorrow." Before I could respond, he had already made all arrangements. When we reached the summit together and gazed across the vast wilderness, something within me finally settled. There was nothing wrong with love itself—the flaw lay in those who couldn't honor its sanctity.

he said in a mocking, disdainful tone. I lowered my head and picked up the scarf. That night, Sean suddenly grabbed it from the couch and hurried out in his wheelchair. I thought that he had just lied about not liking it. Worried that he might catch a cold, I quietly followed him. However, I saw him give the scarf to Josie, who was waiting outside. “Josie, this scarf is for you. You don’t need to buy clothes for the stray dogs anymore. Wendy’s scarf is warm. You can lay it on their bed.”

The moment her fingers closed around it, the crystal's glow intensified slightly, responding to her touch. "Press it here," I instructed softly, indicating a specific facet of the crystal. Aurora did as I suggested, her brow furrowed in concentration. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, filling the stillness of our room, came a voice that made her freeze in shock. "The northern wind carries healing," said the warm, slightly raspy voice of Grace Winters. "Remember that, little one. Some wounds need frost before they can truly mend." Aurora's breath caught audibly. Her fingers tightened around the crystal as her grandmother's voice continued, reciting what sounded like an ancient healing cha