Requiem City Book Novels & Stories

I shouldn't be sloppy now, not when I'm closer to framing him, not now. I pulled the body out the car, no need to scout the environment anymore, the city was known for their zeal towards religion. Half were either at a burial they were not invited, sending condolences to the loved one of the deceased and unlike most cities, the death rate of Fenwick was on the rise, especially with the poetic killer imposter on the loose. I pulled into his house, no need for forced entry, I had a mod, unlocked the door and strode peacefully to his bathroom.

Pausing long enough to digest what she had just done, she closed the cover without recording the second. Looking over her shoulder to the clock, she knew the first red-tinged rays would begin their climb over the city in a few hours. She had hoped to use the time to jog delicious memories, but instead felt the bitterness of disappointment clasp her heart. “Why?” She whispered, hoping in the emptiness an understanding would come. However, dealing with death as she often did, she knew understanding would not come. Years earlier, she learned death was a needed tool in protecting the humans from the night creatures that stalked the city. She once searched for absolution from her duties but k

I was now convinced that something was bothering him but if there was anyone who should be bothered right now then it should be me because he was the one who left my business and took a full day staring at the skyline while I was killing myself over some stupid baking tutorial videos I cleared my throat loudly. “So I read online that there’s a book titled The Chicago curses. The synopsis says the book has details on the curses that happened in this city from centuries ago.” Miles sighed. “If we’re lucky, we can find something about body swaps and maybe a solution on how to reverse it,” I replied. Miles turned to me with a hard expression. “And you couldn’t find any copy of the book online?”

The thrumming in the ground stopped. The city was quiet. For the first time in years, the air didn't smell of rot. It smelled of nothing. Just the sharp, clean scent of night. Julian curled into a ball on the cold stone, weeping, while deep beneath him, buried under the weight of the entire capital, a singular, steady heartbeat began to pulse against the bedrock. Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. The city breathed. Julian closed his eyes, the image of Kael’s obsidian face burned into his mind. He knew, with a certainty that chilled his blood, that the monster was still alive, and it would be waiting, deep beneath the floorboards, for the rest of time.

I didn’t build a city to provide a host for a god’s suicide note, but the smell of scorched servers and mercury-rot told me I was the one who had provided the ink for my own erasure. Rebirth City didn’t welcome us back; it snarled. The sleek, black alloy gates of my fortress—the ones I had engineered to be a sanctuary for the discarded—were pulsing with a violent, necrotic violet light. The high-frequency hum of the city’s defensive wards had shifted from a steady guardian’s thrum to a rhythmic, jagged shriek that made the obsidian quartz of my left arm vibrate in its socket.

Leaving Blackthorn At the shattered main gates where the nightmare had begun, the three survivors paused. Kael looked back at the ruined campus — smoke rising, bodies everywhere, the place that had once been his entire world. “Everything I knew is gone,” he said quietly. Serena took his hand. Damien took the other. “Then we make a new world,” she whispered. They stepped through the broken gates into the outside world. The City of the Damned The highway leading into the city was a graveyard of abandoned cars, overturned trucks, and corpses. Fires burned unchecked in the distance. The once-bustling metropolis of Eldridge City was now a silent tomb under a blood-red sky.

Chapter 18 The city lay before them, infinite and unforgiving. Shadows stretched long under trembling streetlights, the air thick with the distant scent of rain and gasoline. Lena and Noah ran. Steps rang out behind them—closer than she would have liked. Damien wouldn't give up. He was a ghost from her past, resurrected just when she'd begun to believe she was finally free. She was breathing fast, her heart racing in her chest. "We need cover."

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

The "Universal Audit" signal was not a suggestion; it was a "Total System-Command." As Ethan Hawke stood in the "Shattered" remains of the penthouse, the "Acoustic Noise" of the city below changed from a panicked hum to a "High-Frequency" scream of sirens and "Mechanical" locks. The "City of Stone" was no longer a "Gilded" home—it had been "Hard-Reset" into a "Total Sector Killing Floor."

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !