Hierophant Green Requiem Novels & Stories

But it’s as these ramifications rattle inside my head, the bright green of the offended talisman explodes across my senses, funneling the energy of the living planet through my body and into my hands. “Not this time.” I shake my head, no, as the pressure squeezes and darkness closes, unbroken, around me. Cordelion only chuckles, “I’ll see you in hell.” Sightless and frozen in nothingness, I wrench my hands, “Tell ‘em who sent you,” I growl, and feel the weak snap of Cordelion’s neck. Keep your bargain, Horned God. It is done, wolf. ** Jack

"Juno, mother of the Gemini. I offer up this soul. Grant me the power tenfold. Grant me the power of the mother. I ask to thee, bless me in trade for these offering on the birthing night." Green light flared through the runes dug in the ground. The gemstones glittered. The herbs broke apart releasing their sent. The roses flared to life with huge blooms. "Juno!" I screamed. "Mother of the Gemini! I offer up this soul. Split this woman, mind, body, and soul. Send her to Hades, send her to madness, send her hell! I trade you these offering in which I have procured with my own blood, sweat, and power!" My voice screamed through the forest.

Not only did all the green fog around them disappear, but even the red fog became thinner. Soon, the red fog in the valley began to fade more and more. The old woman stared at Sebastian in shock. She didn't even dare to move, because the emerald pendant that Sebastian was holding contained the spell for reincarnation. It was the Lumigo pendant, which was one of the eight sacred vessels! "W-Who are you?" the old woman asked in shock as she stared at Sebastian. "You are not worthy of knowing." As Sebastian spoke, he put the Lumigo pendant away. The red fog around them had dispersed completely, and sunlight shone straight down on them. The old woman stood in the sun, but she did not have a shad

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.

family heirloom, why?” He asks. “We need it! Don’t leave the circle, though.” I continue laying the stones in a grid pattern, first along the outer circle, then more inward and as I am laying the last one Sean appears with the pendant wrapped in an old handkerchief with the letter “M’ embroidered in a beautiful script. “I take them both graciously and he smiles “You can keep it if you need it, you are family now and I have the feeling that it was waiting for you, no one else has worn it in a very long time, not even her daughter.” I place the pendant around my neck and Damian blinks. He and Sean exchange a look and he whispers “It glowed as you clasped it, just briefly.” Awe was clear in hi

“You will handle it carefully. I want her to believe it. Every scream. Every memory.” Andrew bowed deeply. “As you command, my lord.” I stepped aside as he moved forward, pulling out blackened herbs, silver needles, and a bowl filled with dark liquid that smelled of ash, rot, and decay. Andrew knelt beside the tomb and began chanting, his voice low, rhythmic, and hypnotic. “Vel’thara minu, vel’thara kai… strip the mind of truth, strip the heart of light…” Pearl’s body jerked violently.

The box looked like it was made of precious material and densely covered in fiend scripture carvings. "Ancient Ancestor!" Archfiend Antigonus was filled with glee then. "This holds the treasured Soul Requiem Stone of the fiend race, able to devour and hold anything captive. Your fairy spirit may be too powerful to be destroyed, but this thing can hold it down." Then, Archfiend Antigonus focused all his fiend energy on the Soul Requiem Stone. At once, a ray of light shot from the stone that enveloped the Ancient Ancestor completely.

But the Necromancer's laugh did not last long, as three strange figures faced him. In the meadow between him and the villagers, there were three figures. Francis Kemmler, one of the Ten Necromancer Masters of the Mortuary Cult and part of the Great Council, watched those three people closely. One of them wore a priestly robe similar in style to that worn by the Great Hierophant of the Triumvirate in the Theocracy or by the Supreme Pontiff of the Republic. His long white robe with gold details looked quite expensive and gave the wearer an ecclesiastical air.

Then she threw the box into the brazier. The flowers did not burn. They turned red. Every lily opened a small mouth and began humming the wedding march. Aunt Lan screamed. Zhao Feng swore. I slammed the City God seal down over the brazier. Gold fire trapped the sound, but the temple floor still shook. [Corpse groom invitation detected.]

He touches it slightly and seems to understand he's going to die of blood loss soon. “You Dishonorable beasts” he spits, raising his sword, “may the god of the green bless me” “What did he just say?” Celeste gasps. “May the earth accept me” “What is it, Celeste?” I ask. “May my foes be Tribute to the green” “He's no ordinary human!,” she mutters, “check his aura, what does it look like?” I immediately check and all I see is green. Bright beautiful green shining from him, digging into the earth and seeping into the trees.