Requiem City Book Novels & Stories

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h

I actually starting to feel happy forgetting I was born with the most unlucky star in the world. My mom hates me, my very own sister would throw a party if I die, my dad left me alone in this world to deal with them both without even leaving something I can rely on and now the job I'd started to love so much is walking away from me and as usual I can't defend myself. I'm stuck and no one can help me. I hate this world, I really do and all I want to do right at this moment is to just die. "I'm sorry Gabriella, but you're fired." Liam mutters calmly and those were the last words I hear before the whole world went jet black around me and I could feel myself falling into a deep slumber.

Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil. They are not completely wrong, the crime rates in this city have been quite devastating. Hence why the perfect place to build a detective agency. Rae is not being a hypocrite, she just sees the benefit of this high crime rate city. Theister is always hungry for blood, desperate, and perfect for her to entertain herself. As a detective who loves puzzles, this city is the perfect playground for her. Nevertheless, death is still death. “We’re here,” Inspector Vaan stated.

Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair. Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.

The ash fell like powdered gray rain, soft and constant, as if the city itself had been dusted for burial. Jessica puller her collar up against the wind and felt the grit sting her cheeks. The skyline was a jagged silhouette of broken glass and bent steel; the streets were littered with memory. "This was a city once", Aurora whispered, tiny voice swallowed by the wide, empty avenue. "It still is", Romeo said, but his voice was low. His eyes swept the ruins, calculating and cold. "It's a city with wounds. And people stitched into those wounds".

Damien’s POV The city burned. Thick smoke curled into the night sky, turning the stars into mere embers of light swallowed by the chaos below. Sirens screamed in the distance, but they were drowned out by the roar of destruction. I stood on the rooftop of the safe house, phone clenched in my fist, staring at the devastation below. Moreau had started the war. And I was already two steps behind. Aurora’s sharp intake of breath pulled me back. She stood beside me, her fingers pressing over her mouth as her eyes darted across the cityscape. “Damien… how many people…”

“And like always, they found whatever few survivors and took them away. For what reason, I can’t tell. Maybe for interrogations. I don’t know… Does this mean that someone’s chasing after Ra’ventrii, too? Besides us?” “Or cleaning up after them,” said Orsethii. “How interesting.” ~ Thanatos loomed over the vast Imperial city below. Unlike the Einherjar’s usual targets, this one seemed more refined and more polished. Like a showroom version of an industrial city. Unlike the vast diaspora of the usual coral city, or the rigid beauty of a crystal city, this one was a kind of mix between the two. It was as though the city was populated with massive slabs of slate which jutted out of the ground in

“Then we start at dawn.” Cassian smiled, small but genuine. “At dawn,” he echoed. The city was broken. The scars of the Rift would remain. But as Lena stood among her people, she knew—this was not the end. This was the beginning of something new. The night air was heavy with the scent of smoke and damp earth as Lena walked through the ruins of the once-great city. The fires had been doused, the wounded tended to, but the silence was deafening. It was the kind of silence that followed devastation—the kind that spoke of loss too vast to comprehend.

“I’m ready.” With that, Ryder pressed a series of buttons on the control panel, and the heavy security doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. The room beyond was dimly lit, the shelves filled with thick binders and electronic terminals that hummed with activity. Eva stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room. It wasn’t just the physical files they needed; it was the data. The heart of Project Requiem was buried in these walls—somewhere. She could feel it, just beneath the surface.

The city of Bakunawa. When he turned the page to three hundred seventy-eight chapter eleven, he saw what he was looking for. The eleventh city that once ruled the entire realm. The land that was swept away and was forgotten by some. A place where the tragic rain of meteors destroyed a powerful lineage. The city of ‘Faith’. Ten minutes reading the said book, Dye displayed a weird grin on his face. A smile that sent shivers to his own people.