Golden Wind Requiem Novels & Stories

roared the fuming Lyndon. “Careful, Lyndon. Weir’s body seems to be exuding a thick demonic aura now…!” said the frowning Darkwind who was standing beside Lyndon with his arms against his back. Laughing in response, Ryder then scoffed, “Good eyes as always, Darkwind… Regardless, I don’t have the time to waste on you today. I just want to get rid of that useless cr*p of a sect and take my revenge. I have no business with you, so just stand aside!”

Goldfire drips from my fingertips, sizzling where it hits the stone. "Lily!" Arthur's voice is distant, muffled. The storm whispers in my ear, its voice like cracking ice: "Let us in." I press my hands to my stomach, feeling the power there—not just mine, not just hers, but something older. The goldfire surges, brighter than ever, painting the cathedral walls in hues of dawn. For one terrifying second, the storm parts. And in the clouds, vast beyond comprehension, a pair of golden eyes opens. "Mother," the wind sighs.

Golden felt his body burning as the first strand of Origin Qi was beginning to form. [The user reached ten years old, the world's protection disappears.] [Dynamic Quest completed, giving rewards according to the number of killed beasts.] In those months, Golden killed uncountable 1-star beasts and also three 2-star beasts, including the Fire-wood Tiger and the Fire Wolf, so he hoped for good rewards. [Rewards: Fire Elemental Affinity: High grade. Earth Elemental Affinity: Mid grade. Wind Elemental Affinity: Mid-low grade. Poison Elemental Affinity: Low grade. Bloodline enhancement to 5-star Frost Wolf Bloodline: Complete.]

To me who lived as the white mahò user, Moria, they were precious memories I would never want to forget just like the gods and goddesses I bid farewells with. *“The wind of beginning Will be the wind of the end To every the breath of life Those who perished have saved This power and strength I will offer Erase to extremity the entity greed.”* It was a calm soothing wind for my allies, a wind that will save us all, but to the only enemy who tormented us because of his greedy ambition; it would put an end to everything. To his life, to his own misery, and to the torment he brings.

The golden holy energy was like a shadow, and the highly toxic blood hit the golden shield and corroded it, causing the Requiem Clock to wail. Clinton, the tool spirit, was probably shivering. "Shhhhh—" The poisonous falcons all hissed viciously at the death of the falcon, and the sounds converged, emitting a noise so unpleasant to the ear, their eardrums were about to be ripped apart. Claudia screamed, and blood oozed out of her ears. She covered her ears and was unable to hold the embroidery needle with the red thread. Two sounds could be heard, however. The golden beetles, whose mouths were pierced by the embroidery needles, had broken free. They didn’t rush to chase Claudia but returned

The blade ignited with a blinding, golden wildfire that illuminated every corner of the vaulted ceiling. "Hear me, high lords of the north!" Gideon shouted, his voice echoing like an avalanche descending the peaks. "By the authority of the Ironclaw, by the blood of my ancestors, and by the sacred fire of the First Keepers, I hereby repudiate House Silverwing!" Gideon swung the broadsword down with terrifying force, slamming the blazing blade directly into the ancient council altar. The heavy black granite altar split down the center with a roaring shockwave of golden fire and stone dust. The heat erupted outward, scorching the parchment registry scroll and incinerating Seline’s floating viol

Bridie looked up at me, her hazel eyes completely clear amidst the blinding maelstrom of light, and smiled. "Choose," she whispered over the roar of the wind. "I choose you," I shouted back, pouring every ounce of my soul, every memory of our vows, every stubborn breath of my bloodline into the current. "First. Always." And as our voices merged with the thousands surrounding us, the fractured light above us didn't break. It fused—a blinding, unbreakable sheet of pure, unalloyed gold that washed clean across the valley and swall owed the dark whole.

Cadell Marcus's face turned cold. He grabbed the command token from his waist and touched it. In the middle of the magic move, a long sword appeared with golden light, and there were nine holes in the long sword above. There are seven small swords hanging from the hole. When it sways slightly, it makes a clear and pleasant sound. This sword is the supreme divine weapon of God Wind, God Wind Destroy Evil Sword. The sword comes out of its sheath, wind cloud moves, the momentum comes out, thunder storm is angry.

All it got her was his cold shoulder and his growing impatience, and then even more tenderness toward Florence. As if her pain was proof she was childish and worthless. Now, she was going to leave soon. The visa approval would come soon. None of this mattered anymore. Even arguing with him in the final moments felt pointless. The crowd pressed in as the photographer called for everyone to look at the camera. Boom! A deep, terrifying blast tore open above them. The crystal chandelier shook violently, then turned dark. The whole banquet hall started to shake. "Aaaah!" Screams, sobs, and the crashing sounds of falling objects swallowed everything around them in an instant.

I thought about all the things that had once moved me, then disappointed me again and again, and I had no desire to turn back. I just stared at the sunset on the horizon. It was as though I were seeing the seven years between Amara and me come to a final end.