Requiem Novels & Stories

The air was thick with sorrow, and the quiet murmur of grief rippled through the crowd, punctuated by the occasional sob that broke the silence like a crack in a glass. Bella’s casket rested in the center of the open grave, draped in a blanket of white lilies and roses—flowers that spoke of innocence and purity. The atmosphere was heavy with loss, the weight of finality pressing down on everyone present. As the priest led the funeral prayers, the rhythmic sound of his voice contrasted sharply with the raw emotion etched on the faces of those gathered. Family, friends, and well-wishers stood in tight circles, their hands clasped, heads bowed, trying to find solace in the ancient words of pray

Ghost could almost hear his voice in the back of his skull, mocking, claiming, whispering she is mine. No. Ghost’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding until his head ached. Emily was not Kane’s. She was his blood. His daughter. And though she wept now, though she broke in front of all of them, she would rise again. Ghost would make damn sure of it. Grim’s voice called for silence. Hawk and Tank lifted the coffin, boots thudding heavy against the earth as they carried Rhett toward the grave cut deep in the red dirt. The brothers followed in silence, engines rumbling low like mourners.

Slowly, deliberately, he drove himself deep inside her. Selah’s eyes fluttered shut as a high, broken cry echoed through the quiet study. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back as he began a slow, heavy, and devastatingly deep rhythm. Every thrust was a silent vow, a physical manifestation of the promise resting on her left hand. They moved together in a seamless, perfect harmony, completely consumed by the fire they had built, entirely untethered from the rest of the world.

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

They revealed the mourning decorations hidden beneath, woven from silver-blue moon grass and the shed fur of our pack. My mother, Cecilia, stood before the main hall. She tore off her celebratory dress, revealing the silver mourning robes underneath. The entire courtyard was bathed in silver moonlight, and the sound of a funeral dirge rose up. The celebratory drums fell silent, replaced by the rhythmic tapping of wolf bones, a funeral beat to guide the soul. The pack members lit the sacred pyres, infused with Wolfsbane, and formed a circle, chanting in unison: "May the moonlight guide her! Send our warrior, Sloane, to the Eternal Hunt!"

She sees an old cupboard, a very old one standing at the right corner of the door. Ramantha walks to the cupboard and opens it. She coughs as all the dust resting on the door and inside attacks her. She takes a few steps back and Emma walks to the cupboard, to see what's inside. "She loved AI." Ramantha speaks. "She served us very well." She says while taking something out of it. A dagger, with the mark of AI. But there's one more thing at the blade. Blackened, dried, dusted and pungent blood stains.

I saw the hat by his side and the twelve legged creature laying by the cross. "Meet your assassin!" Gefion grinned happily. Light Fades. -Sacramentum Et Misariae -Mystery And Misery Song Of Choice : Nil Word Count : 1.36k Ask Your Questions :

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

Rai looked down at me and sighed. "I love you Sebastian and I hate that you won't love me back," he growled forcefully in a deep tense unfamiliar voice. He cursed, pulling himself out of my ass and leaving me lying there with my mouth hanging open. I felt his numerous releases pouring out of me and I held myself feeling cold and alone. I then felt anger at feeling used. The black wispy tendrils spread out from my naked body and my eyes glowed in the room reflecting off the cream colored walls. I sensed Rai in an upstairs bathroom and could see his impressive reaper tattoo that covered the entire back of his body. I studied each detail, finding it oddly unique for Death and Rai could feel my

You're the only one for me. I listened to his heartfelt confession. In the past, he would never have spoken to me like this. But what was the point of all this now? Once again, I rejected him without hesitation. "The gap between us isn't because you wavered in your feelings. Every time I see you, I remember my mother dying in my arms. Seeing you gives me nightmares." Sean's lips trembled. Tears finally streamed down his cheeks. I didn't say another word and turned to walk back to my husband and daughter. I had already found my happiness—this was it.