Requiem Novels & Stories

Claudine's eyes met Mary's, sharing a moment of profound sorrow. Denzel wrapped his arm around Claudine, holding her close. As Mary's words faded, the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken grief. Suddenly, Claudine's head tilted back, and a mournful howl erupted from her throat. Denzel joined, his voice blending with hers. Kris, Jacob, Ronald, and the others followed, their howls weaving together in a haunting tapestry of sorrow. Mary added her voice, a soft, melancholic wail. The forest echoed with their collective lament, a chilling, beautiful dirge that conveyed the depth of their loss.

He licked his lips before pressing his sharp incisors into my skin. “I love you Ana, now and forever,” he whispered to me. As our bond mended together, I could feel a myriad of emotions: mainly love, lust and trust, but also the mate-bond I had shared with Alex being ripped apart. From the horizon, there came a distant scream that sent chills down my spine—was it Alex’s voice bellowing in agony? I knew it must have been because of our mate-bond breaking, but I had already made my decision; I wanted Max as mine now, not Alex anymore. The scream echoed louder and darker through the night, like he was running toward us. “Max, take me far away from here before I shift. Let's start fresh together

Picturing the person inside his mind and who he considers as his everything, the satisfaction and the long-run blood sacrifice that he took is all for the revival and the plan of having 'him' back alive. “Now.” He whispers after wrapping and tying his wound with a cloth stopping the bleeding, he then places both of his palms down as he whispers the words in Latin. "Agite Tenebrae Abyssi" Now crying in silence as his tears fall nonstop. The dancing lights creep their way into the center of the basin as it’s taking a bit and a chunk of the ash mod molding it into a thing.

And I knelt there, knees aching, tears spilling, heart pounding so loud I swore it echoed in the walls. He was gone. And this time, I hadn’t begged him to stay. I collapsed onto the floor, arms wrapped around myself like I could somehow hold everything in. But I couldn’t. It spilled out anyway—the sobs, the heartbreak, the ache that had no name. It wasn’t a graceful cry. It wasn’t soft or poetic. It was the kind of cry that emptied your soul. The kind that left you hollow. I reached for my phone with shaking fingers and pressed Macey’s name.

Or maybe it was me. Lucas stood frozen, unmoving. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears away with trembling fingers. “Even if I were truly guilty, these five years have cost me everything—my parents, my brother, five unborn children, and the betrayal and torment from the man I loved! “No crime, no matter how grave, could demand greater penance! And the truth is, I didn’t kill Grandma!" The sobs tore through me before I forced myself to steady. "I’m exhausted. Now that you’ve seen the truth, just… leave."

“I failed you, my love.” Priya stood beside her, her eyes red, her hand gripping Lauren’s. “Lauren, you’re not alone,” she murmured, her voice thick. “We’ll get through this.” The cemetery was serene, its marble stones gleaming under the morning sun, mourners gathered in somber silence—Tom’s colleagues, friends, distant relatives, their eyes on Lauren, the grieving fiancée, the Langston heir. She stepped toward the casket, her voice a trembling plea. “Tom, I need to say goodbye.” Her hands reached for the lilies, her tears falling, her heart pounding. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

It’s time for the tribute. Demika steps forward first, her fragile form trembling beneath the weight of grief. She stands before the sea of faces, attempting to speak, but her voice breaks, collapsing under the strain of sobs. She cannot continue. Selena steps in, her presence solid, though her heart feels heavy. She stands at the podium, her hands gripping its edge as she takes a slow, deliberate breath. The weight of the moment presses down on her like a stone. Her eyes sweep across the crowd gathered for Granny Minama’s funeral, all dressed in black, the air thick with mourning and an eerie, fremescent tension. The revered council members sit in solemn rows, Alphas of Clovis City, stoic y

He loved the way Callum was moving up and down gracefully yet too sexy to handle. " I am ummmp clo…close. aahhh". Callum moaned, lightly tightening his channels. "Fuck Callum don’t squeeze me". Stephen groaned feeling the pressure increasing on his already hard cock.. "Oh damnnnnn"! Callum screamed high, hugging Stephen tight to his chest as he spurted himself in between their bodies. Capturing Stephen lips feeling him close inside himself. And soon after him Stephen emptied his sacks inside him. "I am dead". Callum whined. And he wasn’t wrong. That had just called it a night at dawn and it was only 9 in the morning.

My father's funeral was stark and simple, just as he had wanted. I moved through the motions and greeted the attendees like a robot, hoping the bustle would dull the ache in my chest. But on this day of all days, Blake Cole, the man who was supposed to be my partner, never showed up. My dad, Alex Holmes, had spent his final years fretting over my happiness. Now I could handle the rest, and he could rest in peace. The attendees whispered to each other, looking at me with pity.

"I'm sorry. I have to go. If I wait any longer..." I nodded quickly. "I don't want you to go, but I don't want to lose you completely." "Kira, don't hesitate." "What?" He looked down at his hands for a moment, then back up to my face. "Just remember, I'm already dead. What I do now, I do for you to keep living." "Remi?" He cut my question off with one more long kiss then disintegrated into shadows. He left me alone in the shower once more.