Novel & Cerita Lamentar

Perhaps, the incantation had ended and all around them, the pillars and altars, quietly stood as cold ordinary sarsens. “Ahhhh! The lily of the valley. The lily among the thorns, my love among the women!” Ditiori announced when he saw the beautiful Maga forthcoming with her sagacious, orthodox mother. “Gai-Dalit, take hold of the urn and the box.” He said to his beast.

I'll be Labeebah Bakura. "Baayi, I'm sorry. I am truly sorry." Bashir Bakura pinched the space between his brows, let go of the skin and then massaged it. He pulled his hands through his slightly curly hair and leaned back in his chair, enough to watch his second daughter and last child, Falmata, cry. He was trying to determine the authenticity of her tears. "What are you sorry for?" He asked with a wave of his hand even though, somehow he knew. He knew the documents he had left in her mother's room for her to see had been seen and this was a reaction.

Damien ended in a deep sad tone. Lira felt her eyes go heavy. Just after the next second, her tears started to fall. Her heart was clenched so hard and she felt her knees were shaking. She put them on the chair and hugged them to calm her knees. Then she put her head on her knees letting the tears coming out freely from her eyes. "Please don't cry for me, Lira. I am not worth it." Damien spoke firmly. Though she cried silently, Damien was too sensitive to know it.

In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《V I V I A N H I O M I》:《25》 《T O K Y O : J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ HEMORRHAGE ○ ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× "This is never not sad." - To be continued

The pointer moved again, and again. "A...M...A...S. H...T...U.” The pointer stopped. They all watched for a moment to see if it would move again, but it remained where it was. "I guess that's it," Ryan said. Lexi grabbed her smartphone and began busily tapping the screen to search the word. "Lamashtu," she read, "an ancient demon thought to..." Before she could read any more, the ground began to tremble and a sound like distant thunder rumbled through the rock beneath them. They all sprang to their feet.

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Dorcas felt a surge of unease and watched Margaret intently, her eyes widening with growing terror. As Margaret's voice gained momentum, the chant expanded, growing in complexity and depth. The words now carried a blend of ancient languages, weaving a tapestry of mysticism and power: "Da meam veritatem, divinum lumen, Aeternum claritatis, tenebris frumentum. Exaudi vocem meam, exaudi preces, Revela nobis lucem, per iubilares res. From realms beyond, obscurity's veil,

It was a pain she had never known, one that reached deep into her soul and threatened to tear her apart from within. As the glow of the marking slowly dimmed, the room seemed to darken around her, a tangible manifestation of her grief and despair. Tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting the anguish that dared to consume her. With a gut-wrenching cry, Visenya’s voice pierced the silence, echoing off the stone walls of the chamber. It was a cry of loss, of heartache, reflecting the shattered fragments of her soul as the bond between her and Lucian was irrevocably severed. Her pain quickly gave way to fury, a storm of rage brewing with every beat of her broken heart.

I wanted to go to her, drop down to the ground, throw myself and her into an embrace and join her despair. The sobbing sounds and unfiltered agony that fell unintentionally but relentlessly from her through the Luna bond had me believe the world had ended, as Hell had risen to the surface, bringing a boundless burning pain to us all. I wanted it to happen. It would hurt much less to be in a perpetual, hellish torment as flames licked my skin, blistering it as the colour changed to that of well-cooked flesh, before ultimately turning to ash and falling from my bones.