Purple Haze Requiem Novels & Stories

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.

Aria stepped forward, raising the pendant. Whispers filled the air. Voices of long-dead priests and priestesses. Of oaths once broken and promises long buried. She closed her eyes and spoke the words she did not know—but somehow remembered. A spell of release. Of mourning. Of peace. The creature let out a long, guttural breath—and disintegrated into ash. Kael returned to her side, shifting back into his human form. “You could have died.” “So could we all,” she said. “But maybe… we just avoided something worse.”

Amid her tragedy, she saw the pair walking out of the house alive, and this picture hurt her soul to scream out in rage before losing her last breath, "Jamil! Sophia! I swear to my moon goddess! My soul will stay restless until I take my revenge on both of you! For killing me and my beloved once!" "It's Luna's swear to you!" Declaring, she collapsed on the floor with a blurred vision before shutting her eyes to finally accept her tragic death in sleep. Her blood turned cold, and her body stopped moving. The burning pain slowly faded, and her heart took the last beat of this life. 'So, this is death….' the tear escaped her eyes corner, and she said goodbye to her sorrowful life with a regretf

I added. They all looked at me. Mark asked what the guy looked like, but I told him that it was so damn dark in there it was hard to see. Samaeya said the same thing. “His hair was dark, but I cannot tell you if it was black or a deep brown. His skin tone was the same as yours, but the one thing I do remember were his eyes. His eyes were this swirling shade of silvery purple. However, the purple seemed to change to blue at times.” I told them.

Zafira's red teary eyes again brimmed with tears, "This is my end. End of my life. End of my freedom. End of my love. End of Azrael's CRIMSON" ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

Yet. Jace shook the thoughts from his mind and focused on the task at hand. It's time to test Zara. Jace descended the basement stairs greeted by low murmuring voices. At the bottom he saw his grandmother, Cora and Zara levitating, stretched out as if lying in bed sleeping. The chanting is soft and dozens of small black candles are floating above and below them. From the words he could make out they are drawing strength to those near and pushing away negativity. "Sorry to interrupt but I can't find any blue candles. I wanted to light a few for tranquility in the house. Everyone is bit edgy up there" Jace claimed shoving his hands in his front pockets.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

The sky was a palette of bruised colors: deep purples bleeding into burnt orange, as the first tendrils of dawn crept across the horizon. The monastery grounds, once echoing with ancient whispers and ritual chants, now stood silent in the aftermath. The last traces of the ritual’s power shimmered faintly in the air, leaving behind only stillness and the scent of ash and lavender. Damon and Juliette stood in the heart of the crumbled sanctum, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Earth as it was displayed was void and filled with darkness and still waters. CHAPTER UNKNOWN PETE GETS THE FIRST SHARD OF AZAZEL'S HALO IN MARVARITTE Pete is reminded of the past, sees the present and sees the future. He sees the gods of power and even further more as he gets his hand on the first shard of Azazel's halo. Bass beats with no sort of harmony played in the background of the darkness as a voice cried out loud : "Pete!" "Pete!"

I release my volumina fumi to follow those white smoke and I am about to follow them but Maria stopped me. “No please, I am scared” She begged. I hold her closer to me to assure her that he is safe with me, and I follow my black smoke who is following the white smoke. The sky is full of white smoke that looks like a thick cloud from below. I know the other angel is just around but I don't know exactly where he is. This is my chance to see him face to face again and know the answer to my question if he is Isaiah, my brother that I didn’t know. As we continue following them. The white smoke was suddenly gone like they knew that we were following them, and I heard a screeching sound that hurt m