Requiem Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Some weeks later…. Silence enveloped the gathering, the air heavy with grief as everyone stood dressed in somber black attire in front of the cemetery. They had come to pay their respects and bid farewell to those who had been lost in the battle. Kaerlia held white roses in her hand, symbolizing purity and remembrance. She moved slowly through the cemetery, placing a white rose on each tomb she passed. She paused at her mother's resting place, laying down a white rose with tears in her eyes. Kaerlia continued her solemn journey, offering a rose at every tombstone, including Aidan's. Her tears fell as she thought of his tragic end.

Megs answer him. "Do you know about the story of the quint and old piano that my son, Mr. Gonzales Nike Drion owned?" I heard the old woman's voice again. Wait—! "Deku! Did you heard a piano? A piano?!" I asked him and run towards him to make him notice me! "I heard a beautiful rhythm of piano..." he suddenly closed his eyes as if he was really watching someone's playing that piano! "Wait! Wait! Deku! Open your eyes! Cover your ears! Don't listen to it!" I tried to punched him over and over! But his eyes we're already closed and he didn't even fight me back!

The mourning hall was full, but the air was heavy with a silence that nobody dared break above a whisper. Liam’s body lay upon the long stone altar, shrouded in pale cloth and bound with silver thread. His weapons were placed at his side, as if he might reach for them upon waking. Wolves stood in tight clusters near the walls, heads bowed and faces haggard, their eyes rimmed red from grief or exhaustion. The atmosphere was thick with sorrow.

“We end this requiem.” The rift pulses, its void-energy surging, the Veilheart crystal dimming, Lumora’s spires trembling. The Herald’s hymn echoes, a promise of ruin, but our flame burns, a legacy forged in starlight, ready to face the cosmos’s new shadow.

Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her Kevlar vest, not out of fear, but from the intoxicating high of the chase. Suddenly, a sound echoed from the darkness ahead. It wasn't a footstep. It was a low, melodic hum—a classic Roman Catholic requiem hymn, distorted by the stone walls into a mocking, disjointed whisper. "Julian is losing his mind," Vivian whispered, her breath ghosting in the chill air.

Rhea The sky was heavy and grey, matching the weight pressing down on my chest. Everyone was dressed in black, a sea of mourning clothes that felt suffocating. The priest’s voice drifted over us, words of peace and eternal rest sounding hollow and meaningless to my ears. Nothing could bring her back. Nothing could fix the hole she left behind. I took in a trembling breath, brushing away the tears that clung to my lashes, and forced myself to watch as the ceremony unfolded. Everything felt surreal, like I was watching someone else’s life play out in front of me.

Friends and family mill around, their faces etched with sorrow, sharing quiet condolences and supportive hugs. Inside, the church is filled with the soft strains of Beethoven, the music echoing through the vaulted ceilings. The scent of lilies and roses fills the air, their white petals starkly contrasting to the darkness I feel inside. I take a deep breath and step forward, my heart heavy with grief. Damien really sorted everything as he said and I am grateful.

“Boom—” Alex gathered all his powers to focus on a point. Then, he ruthlessly broke it open. The Requiem Clock made a loud sound. The invisible spatial barrier trembled violently but unfortunately did not break. The huge movement alarmed Nora, who was inside chanting the incantation sacrifice. She looked back at Alex with an incomparably cold expression. Then, feeling more anxious, she chanted the incantation faster. “Buzz…” It was an unknown language, which contained a certain deathly aura.