Homelander Theme Violin Novels & Stories

I gingerly picked it out and admired the artwork on the violin. “How did he know I play the violin?” I asked aloud. “Maybe you told him,” she suggested but I shook my head. “I would remember if I did.” I said as I turned the instrument around and when I noticed a particular design I dropped it as if burned. “What’s wrong?” “That’s my violin.” “Well of course it is,” she said with a funny look, “Logan got it for you.” “No Logan didn’t get me that,” I said, “That is my violin; the one I had back home.”

"Camille, this violin was never meant to have a price tag, because money can never buy sacred music. Let those arrogant tycoons throw around all the money they want—it means nothing before this violin. It belongs only to its queen. Only a true genius with a pure heart can awaken its voice. Remember this: the moment jealousy or calculation taints your music, this violin will become nothing more than a worthless piece of wood in your hands." I thought back to the dispute over the violin at the music shop a few months ago. So Lara had been holding onto that grudge all this time. And she clearly had done the math. If she lost, she'd simply be returning a necklace that had belonged to me in the f

"Still, it's possible I was mistaken. A single matching earring doesn't prove anything. I should have been more cautious." Johanna's smile faltered. "That's true." "The one I'm searching for," Thomas continued, "was a masterful violinist. She played First Love with such brilliance it was unforgettable. I've yet to hear you play. Without that, I can't be sure." Her eyes lit with anticipation. "Then why not let me play for you? I can perform First Love anytime." She had been practicing the piece for weeks. Violin was her strength, and she had rehearsed First Love with Victoria before. Picking it up again wasn't difficult.

"Vanilla, I've tried everything, Blu still won't slee -- Viola." Caden comes into view, and I gasp, then grin. "Caden." I say, quietly, and he smiles at me, and in there I see acceptance and forgiveness, I just need to learn to accept and forgive myself.

“But my fingers have their own strength. I’m going to make them bleed for every note.” Malik’s amber eyes flashed with approval. “If your wolf is ready for the slaughter, then hunt.” I gripped the neck of my violin, the wood groaning slightly under my strength. I had broken too many bones and survived too many betrayals to bow out now. Malik watched the predatory fire ignite in my eyes, a flicker of worry crossing his face, though it was quickly swallowed by pure respect for my resilience. I buried myself in the music, the aggressive vibrato echoing off the walls for an hour until a low-ranking syndicate runner banged on the door frame.

They didn't carry sticks; they carried Bows of Solid Sound. The Song of the Lost The Virtuosos didn't attack with the brutality of the Iron-Sovereigns. They attacked with Melancholy. As the "Melody-Puck" was released, it began to play a theme that pulled at the Feral Six’s most buried griefs. It played the sound of Oakhaven’s final sunset. It played the mechanical clicking of the Stacks' elevators. It played the silence of the friends they had lost along the way.

Now in a whisper, as the only two of them can hear his every word, Kyle is taken back, yet is in intrigue and doubting mind to give up that wish, as he asks once more. “Who are you?” “Let us just say, I am someone who can grant your every desire and wish, 1st gate holder, hunter Kyle.” To the madness of that night brings, a toe of a violinist that plays his melody echoes as the music itself is entitled to that night. “SHALL I PLAY THE CORELLI LA FOLIA?”

Gamma nodded his head as if he didn't care about Angel's amazement. "This is the legacy from my father. You wear the other one." The man shrugged his shoulders at the unopened box. Angel curiously opened the violin box. Immediately she realized that it was the violin that Gamma always wore. Angel always sees Gamma playing this violin in every video recording of Gamma's performance. It was the famous Paganini violin. Unlike the Stradivarius who created a beautiful sound on its own, the Paganini violin was very difficult to play, because there is a contrast difference between high notes and low notes.

Salvatore informed and opened the case, looking down at the slender instrument and picked it out of its case and into his hands. There's something about the way the violin sings that sets his heart into the deepest of symphonies, deeply harrowing and torrential in the way it encompasses his body. Salvatore could never find anything as which holds as much capacity in power as does the violin. It can be a friend, a mortal enemy, however, for always, it would always be in his accompaniment, helping him to portray his feelings to the crowd. Its slender strings caressing his fingers, its curves tenderly traced under his palm, and to the Mafia Boss, nothing in the world can possibly compare to the

The Violin looked doubtful. "Don't worry, I have a gun to silence his mouth." Tony grinned as he remembered Anne, whom he had held captive earlier. "Okay, I believe you," Violin said, tightening his hug. ^^^^^^ The Violin must have a pawn that can be steered after his father, Derrick, refuses to help him destroy Ralin. Even though his only wish was to make Ralin sleep with someone else and then hand over his photo to Kenzi until they separated and Violin had the opportunity to approach his ex-girlfriend, Derrik refused his daughter's wish.