Requiem Novels & Stories

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

Her composed demeanor contrasts with Seraphina’s raw emotion, reflecting their different relationships with their father. Genevieve, their mother, delivers the final eulogy. She speaks of Sebastian as the love of her life and a wonderful father, her voice breaking with emotion. She expresses gratitude for the support from friends and family during this difficult time. Throughout the service, Damien stands by Seraphina, offering silent support. The service ends with a mournful hymn, and as they leave the church, Seraphina leans on Damien, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. In the early afternoon, Seraphina, Damien, and other family members gather at the cemetery for the burial.

It is daylight. Despite the fact that it might be his ultimate nemesis, the moonlight shining through the large bay window adored him. His strong, muscular profile was limned in silver as her silvery rays stroked and kissed the glossy silk of his hair. The opening movement of Mozart's "Requiem," which was the only part the composer had finished before his sad death at age 35, took Portia a while to realise what he was playing. She had heard the song performed on the massive pipe organs of numerous cathedrals, but she had never heard it performed on the piano or with such a haunting intensity of mood. It wasn't hard to think the requiem

He lit another cigarette, curls of smoke circling around him, his voice stern, eyes humorless. “The Requiem never gives orders without absolute certainty. " He murmured harshly. “The weak do not belong in The Requiem.” He took another puff in. The strands of smoke curling then disappearing into the air. " This is a job for Mateo Greco. Send a message to him. "

The cemetery was quiet, save for the chirping of distant birds and the soft sobs of those left behind. Rocco’s grave was dug at the heart of our family’s plot—a place of honor reserved for the bravest. The earth was dark and rich, the air heavy with the scent of lilies and earth. Stavros knelt beside the grave, his shoulders shaking, and placed a single rose upon the coffin. Jonathan stood beside him, head bowed, his hand gripping Stavros’s shoulder. The rest of the family circled them, hands joined, a chain of grief and unity. When the coffin was lowered into the ground, a gun salute rang out—a tradition honoring those lost in battle, a warning to our enemies that our pain had made us stron

"Aquamet Ignam. Per Teram at Erem Peripheco at Consecratet. Revoke at Revivae with Spiritus. Vineat at Corpus. Resurgent at Quod Perditum Est Restitutor. Elody Moonborn!" Odessa screamed, and there was a loud crash.

The rhythm of our voices intertwines, creating a haunting melody that fills the room. As the ritual progresses, they sprinkle sacred herbs over Drew’s body, whispering prayers for his safe passage. The pendant is placed gently against his chest, a symbol of his rank and the love he held for his pack. With each word spoken, the weight of our loss transforms into a collective strength, binding us together in our grief and resolve.

Maybe the first one wasn't strong enough. "Velum inter mundos nunc finditur, portae silentii aperimini.Quod fuit, finitum est, quod manet, procedat,". The necklace was supposed to be warm now, and have Reine's soul respind. There was just silence. "Per nomen pacis et quietis. Anima, accipe requiem. Terra te dimittit, aeternitas te accipit." I completed, feeling really desperate, a gnawing feeling scratching at the back of my mind.

She turned it over slowly, reading the old tag faded into the tape. "Op. Requiem. 1991." My breath caught. Requiem. It was a ghost story in the mafia world. A fabled operation. The one time three of the Five Families united to erase a sixth that dared rise. Brutal. Surgical. Forgotten. And buried by my father. I walked slowly around the chair. The skeleton's skull had been cracked in. The blood on the floor had dried into the marble itself. "What is this place?" Matteo asked.

He wanted to be near her to hold her hand and give her strength. To just say. 'Jewel, wake up baby. I need you. You're my only source of breath, my heartbeat, my life please wake up. I swear I would never tease you or annoy you, nor would I spank you. I'll be sweet and gentle forever. Just open these beautiful ocean eyes, baby I want to drown in them for eternity. Eleanor this Leon is nothing without you baby. Wake up my love and prevent me from burning this whole world down into ashes. Open your eyes for your Leon because without you he's nothing but fading ashes. We promised a forever Jewel. You cannot leave in the middle. Our story is just starting. I don't want the rest of the pages blan