Poems For The Signs Novels & Stories

Opening my eyes one more time, I saw a sign board which on it was written "Caracas." I had this loud voice of pang in my skull. All I heard were shady whispers and nothing more. I turned over again, with the obvious face of curiosity and confusion, walking from one corner to another. And then suddenly the voice became clear and all it said was "Tempest Day, Tempest Night, Be you worthy, See the light, The Day of trouble, The Day of help, See Ozais and see Life." The pain it inflicted caused me to yell on the open high traffic road, dragging my hair and forcing the vain on my forehead out.

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

“Then we keep fighting. For every shadow that rises, we bring light.” Outside, the city was beginning to breathe again—a fragile calm before the next storm.

“A march to rebirth.” Up ahead, the clouds drifted with an odd grace, trailing sparks like lanterns overturned in the sky. Birds cut quick sigils through the air, some in patterns not seen since before the Hollowing. The wind, once a shriek of ruin, had become a song—one without melody, but all the more meaningful for it.

It was concentrated resentment—the compressed remains of every poor soul who had wandered in and never walked out. Their terror, their fury, and the raw despair of their final moments had fused together into something vile and almost sentient. A normal person only needed to read those words once, and that energy would slip straight into their mind. What came after was always the same—they would be consumed by so much madness that they'd start destroying themselves. Weathered wooden signs jutted out at crooked angles beside the stone marker, their surfaces faded and half-rotted. Crude, mortal brushstrokes spelled out warnings such as "Forbidden Zone", "Do Not Enter", and "Trespassers Will Die

I hope I have also piqued the interest of the other realm gods in connecting this way. 'Thank you.' I glance up then bow low to thank the powers that be for giving me their attention. 'Can you give me a negative NO?' Immediately the petals turn away from one another, sailing to the outer edges of the bowl, marking five points of a star and linger by the sides. When they stay that way for many seconds, I again thank the powers above me in the same manner. I have my two signs that will portray answers.

His body pressed against mine, hot and unwanted. As we rode out, the brothel fading behind us, smoke started to rise from the windows. Flames licked the roof. Vesper’s screams echoed in my ears. And in my chest, that strange pull tugged harder—like a warning I couldn’t understand. But there was no time to wonder. The pack lands loomed ahead, dark and waiting.

won't be posting today! i'm really sorry, it's just that i've been busy these couple of days but don't worry i'll continue posting on Friday! thank you for understanding! i'll be writing the lyrics of a song i'm currently listening [cuz apparently i can't publish a chapter that's not over 100 words -~-] Sign of Times by Harry Styles Just stop your crying It's a sign of the times Welcome to the final show Hope you're wearing your best clothes

“Thank you for coming. I do not know how you knew to come, and now, just as you were most needed, but I am profoundly grateful that you were here.” “The strangest little poems keep appearing,” Wilhelma replied. “All starting with Dear Havermouth and ending with from The Secret Keeper. Knowing Sigrid’s connection to this region, and that where Sigrid is, you will not be far away, it bore investigation, especially as the tone of those poems encouraged rebellion against the Van Helsings. We were on our way to Havermouth, when from Havermouth came an army,” she gestured out. “And so, we joined them, thinking that where vampires, witches, werewolves, and humans unite, seemed to be the right side

“OATH OF FALLEN WILL RISE AND START TO RAMPAGE.” “THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER’S LIFE WILL CLAIM.” “AND THE CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH.” “BLOOD CONTAMINATES THE WATER.” “DESPERATION WILL BE THE SMELL OF WIND.” “THE HARVESTRY OF LIFE WILL BE IN DESTRUCTION YER.” “UNKINDLED THE FLAME AND BREAK THE SINNERS’ BIN.” “DARKNESS WILL SUCKS THE LIGHTS.” “AFRAID NOT, THE CHILD OF PROPECY WILL LIFT.”