Purple Haze Requiem Novels & Stories

Eva Blackthorn stood at the edge of the golden bridge, her heart pounding in rhythm with the soft roar of the crowds below. The ceremonial silk she wore shimmered, concealing the datapads and hidden poisons sewn into its folds. The air smelled faintly of incense, and the distant echo of trumpets signaled the approach of a new peace—one that would come at a steep price.

A place where the very concept of hope had been systematically flayed from existence. "Gods… this place," Misha whispered, her voice barely audible. Her protective shimmer had almost completely vanished. She knelt beside Damon, who lay slumped against the grey, pulverized surface, his breathing shallow, ragged. His translucent form was more pronounced now, the edges of his being shimmering, as if on the verge of fading completely.

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

she murmured, her voice a whisper against the fading echoes of the storm. As the tumult of emotions gradually subsided, leaving behind only the gentle patter of rain on the windows, Aqua felt a sense of exhaustion wash over her. The weight of her grief and turmoil lingered like a heavy cloak, but she knew that sleep offered a respite, a temporary escape from the storm raging within her. With hesitant steps, Aqua made her way to her room, the soft glow of her pendant guiding her through the dimly lit hallway.

High-intensity dance moves made those nightmares worse, but she wouldn't quit. She owed Alonzo too much, and she didn't want to disappoint herself, so she practiced relentlessly, collapsing into bed exhausted. One night, she screamed and jolted awake. Even after she woke up, the nerves deep in her brain were still frantically firing, sending waves of intense pain. It was a reflection of the phantom limb pain left from her past life's injuries. The pain made beads of cold sweat form on her forehead, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to make another sound.

I looked out across the bloodstained courtyard, and I saw more than loss. I saw resolve. “We are Obscura Arcanum,” I said. “And we do not fall.” The courtyard was still. Empty. All of us were still. I hadn’t realized before how loud it had been only a few hours ago. Screams, shouts, cracking spells, and magic shattering against magic. Shattering against flesh. Shattering against bone. The courtyard wasn’t silent. It was that kind of quiet that hangs heavy, threaded with echoes. Ash hung in the air like dust from old bones. The sun was fully risen now, but it didn’t warm the stone underfoot.

*** “In the beautiful day of spring, everything became perfect as it seem, The laughter of summer curves well in her lips, As her life filled with lots of gifts, For the first time in her life she felt happy, It felt like a dream. Until the day of darkness appears in fall and destroyed them all, Everything was perfect, Everything was supposed to be perfect, Why did it have to be this cruel? She asked and cried Until the darkness that she kept for so long, Mistakenly awaken itself” *** “Don’t worry, I got you,” someone whispered. Everything was blurry and the night was filled with darkness as the rain fell down in the sky. The girl was unconscious and as the world bagan to recommence. AZRAEL

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who