Requiem City Book Novels & Stories

But before I left for good, I looked at her over my shoulder and said, “Remember what I said. If we ever meet again, I won’t let you live.” ° ° ° ° ° ° ° I took a deep, calming breath before I inserted the key and unlocked the Book of the Damned. The second I heard the click sound, there was an earthquake. Or at least, I’d thought it was an earthquake until I realized that everything else inside my room was staying perfectly still except for the book and my hands that were holding it. The book was shaking, and I feared that it would burst at any moment. Luckily, the shaking ceased after a few minutes and the cover of the book swung open, revealing the first page.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

I don't know anything about her except that she likes her shoes tall and her drinks sophisticated. But I went to find her anyway. I pressed the Basement button and waited for the elevator to go down. She shouldn't be far, I knew that. She was wearing heels for fuck's sake. And I knew this for a fact because when I got to the basement parking lot, the car I rented for her was there, unmoved. She's basically barefoot walking in the city without any clue whatsoever about the fucking place like a lunatic. Fuck! The thought of the possibilities of what could happen to her made my blood boil. Italy might not be as busy and dangerous as New York, but there are as many assholes and perverts here. I

, She hissed. I laughed at her fake threat. Girlfriend or wife, she was, and she is the Mafia Queen! . #THE_END . . So, finally, this book has come to an end. Thank you so much, readers, who spent their precious time and money reading this book. Please do give the same love and support to my other books as well. Since English is not my first language, so please forgive me for the mistakes. Please do rate my work by giving your precious reviews.

The city had settled into a fragile calm. Streetlights glimmered softly, traffic hummed in the distance, and the faint echo of Damian’s tower energy flowed like a heartbeat beneath the streets. But the peace was deceptive—subtle anomalies hinted at fractures beneath the surface, both in the city and among those Damian and Eli considered allies. Eli leaned against Damian, his fingers tracing along the glowing pulse of Damian’s chest. “The city feels… quiet, but I don’t like it. You feel it too, don’t you?”

They descended hard. Anya swung cold stone with a grunt, Corven's limp body thudding down beside her. Stale, icy wind from the catacombs caressed her skin like breath from a dead deity. She coughed, sat up, and opened her eyes through the darkness. Ell'shivar. City of tombs. They'd succeeded. Ghost lights cast a faint, ghostly glow above great arches carved of fossil bone and obsidian. The entire city below the Dominion thrummed weakly with old, forgotten sorcery—unmapped, forbidden, interred.

The city was quiet in the early hours of the morning, the silence heavy as if in anticipation of something violent and inevitable. Lucian moved like a shadow through the streets. Tonight was the day when he was going to have his rival under his palms. His target was a man who was willing to use every dark means possible to subdue him. His destination lay just outside the city’s limits, where opulence and influence masked ruthless neighborhood. The mansion, a fortress of wealth, stood only a hundred meters from where he stood.

I would die of forlornness — that, I was sure of. I finished stuffing my necessities in a duffel bad and zipped it up. I looked up at Mia with a sad smile plastered on my face. "I should leave." I voiced. It was getting really late and I needed to get to the city early for investigations. I had so many information I needed to gather in order to make my plan effective as soon as possible. "Won't you at least tell me where you're going to?" Mia asked, sullenly. I knew what she was trying to do — she was obviously trying to emotionally blackmail me into blurting out my plans.

The mirrored surfaces, in the pews cried out bodies igniting internally turning to ash that spiraled upward like a tempest of confetti at a memorial. Victor sprang toward me arms extended, his face partially distorted, eyes glowing red. “Do you believe this is the conclusion?" he whispered. "The city lives forever. You are merely a passage.” I crushed his hand beneath my foot bones snapping. “This chapter concludes with you " I stated. I stabbed the damaged quill into his throat. Crimson blood burst forth followed by gold ceased. Victor crumbled into ashes that twirled upward merging with the vortex. The cathedral fell down.