Hymn Book Novels & Stories

"They've composed a hymn for you. Let me sing it." The trees *scream*. --- **The Hymn** It's not sound-it's a vacuum. The hymn devours light, breath, thought. Eden collapses, clawing at his throat as the void scars rupture, leaking starlight. The forest writhes, roots spearing toward him, hungry. The storm thrashes, but the hymn leashes it, choking its fury. The woman-the *echo*-grins with my teeth. "The Choir wants the boy. His scars are... *delicious*."

It looks like an ocean nymph, a very alluring beauty that will drown anyone to the deepest of the blue. Father Henry found himself drawn inexorably towards Khana, as the final hymn swelled and the congregation rose in unison. Their eyes met once more, and in that fleeting moment, the barriers that separated them crumbled like ancient ruins beneath the weight of history. He's trying hard not to melt with those eyes, but his body won't even listen to his mind.

"Over to you Choir, the bride enters now." The choir was on their feet again as the keyboardist began playing the solemn keys to the melody of the hymn: When The Mists Have Rolled In Splendour; The congregation rose and watched as Reverend Anthony slowly walked his daughter forward to the solemn music the choir was singing; When the mists have rolled in splen-dour From the beau-ty of the hills, And the sunlight falls in gladness, on the river and the rills, We recall our Father's promise

Her clothing whipped around as if she stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea. The strange, magical wind only encompassed her, leaving the rest of the room and occupants untouched, undisturbed. Her body rose from the ground, her feet lifting several inches off of the floor, her arms spread wide and her palms lifted towards the ceiling. Her mouth opened, and an otherworldly voice mixed with her own soprano sang through her, “It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She never wanted a big house to survive, A small place in his heart was enough for her to thrive. He never wanted her to be perfect, As for him, she was already his most precious asset. They have fought with darkest nights, With a hope to see a morning full of light, Segregated, they were burning in the fire of hell, Together, they are in heaven's shell. Now, no barrier can keep them apart, As they live in each other's hearts. ~dayyyyydreamerrr (S.G.) (15/02/2021-23/06/2021)

For a fleeting second, a flicker of hesitation flashed in his eyes. That was when Fabio came stumbling into the cellar. "Don Rossini! Something's gone wrong! "A fleet of strangers just stormed Tenuta Ombra and took down the guards at the gates. Right now, they're heading straight for you!"

Their hope was that future generations would draw inspiration from these tales, carrying the symphony forward with the same passion and dedication. The book, aptly titled "Harmony of Hearts," became a cherished artifact, passed down from generation to generation. It served as a reminder of Emeridia's roots, a testament to the city's commitment to compassion, and a source of inspiration for all those who sought to compose their own melodies of change.

“I'll be home this evening.” “Noted!” Right after the call, I called my secretary to help me prepare dinner before Austin came back. My secretary came with two more staff to help us set the table and cook dishes. “Aren't you going to tell me what's going on, Ma'am?” I giggled. “Well, I think you're smart enough to understand what's going on.” She just smiled meaningfully. While the three of them were busy in the kitchen, I went to the living room to choose a romantic song for later. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of me and Austin having a romantic dinner together.

He looked down at his yellow stained cuticles and felt a sudden, sharp spark of defiance. If the world wanted to hear from the Silent Artist of Surulere, he would give them a voice they weren't expecting one that didn't require a single vowel to be understood. He reached for a fresh page in his book, the charcoal scratching a rhythmic, confident beat against the paper. He wasn't preparing a speech; he was mapping a revolution.

Here is the playlist of songs in the book if you want to listen to them: Don't Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers All Of Me by John Legend You are gonna be okay by Bethel Music Ft Jenn Johnson Home by Machine Gun Kelly ft Ambassador and Bebe Rhexa Mirror by Justin Timberlake Forever by Labyrinth