Shrine Unscramble Novels & Stories

Talia dismounted. Talia: “This shrine once sealed the east winds—they say it must be blessed anew.” Hannah nodded. They tied their banners to pillars. Candle smoke curled upward. Lyra (soft): “The riders passed through here… someone awakened the shrine’s bitterness.” She knelt, tracing runes faintly etched in ice-offered stone. Lyra called them closer. She slashed her dagger along a hidden sigil beneath ivy-choked rock. Soft glow pulsed, disturbing the dust.

Alphas have to be branded by more people than Lunas. "Why?" "The Alpha and Luna need a stronger brand. They're the leaders, and each person who takes part strengthens the power of the brand," Greyson explained. "You've had it done?" "When I became Alpha," Greyson nodded. "Did it hurt?" Indianna asked. "Don't you dare lie." "The pain was excruciating," Greyson admitted. Indianna gulped. "What about the final part of the ceremony? Why is that necessary?" "It's an old custom," Greyson said. "It isn't necessary in modern society, but it still happens."

, he said bringing his knuckle forward "For Seattle high!" they all responded at once as they connected their hands with the coach's own. * * *

My breath hitched as I caught sight of the shrine. It was breathtaking. The shrine was a circular structure, its walls made of shimmering crystal that reflected the moonlight, casting dancing rainbows across the surrounding trees. Vines with glowing white flowers climbed its pillars, their petals pulsing faintly as if alive. In the center of the shrine was a raised platform with intricate carvings that seemed to shift and move when you looked at them too long. “What is this place?” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away. “This is where the Beauty Goddess communes with those she deems worthy,” Lucas said, his voice reverent. “Step lightly. She’s already aware of our presence.”

The Shrine, a spiritual group founded by an entity named Holy. The group was originally formed as a safe haven for diversity, mostly women and humans of different cultures were amongst the members. They are known for always being able to fight together, even if all the members are dead or incarcerated. Being a member of The Shrine can offer an individual incredible spiritual prowess, one of the most powerful spirits of all time led The Shrine for a period of years. A spiritual entity named Wangari was one of the most powerful spiritual spirits of all time, maintaining the power to defend The Shrine from inevitable threats without containing any divine energy.

The Silver Tongue is one of the most popular clubs in Goldstone. The long queue to get into the bar every night was a view that some tourists would capture through their cameras, just to stand and took pictures of themselves in front of the club was a good enough experience for them. A huge silver neon tongue on top of the building can be seen from miles away. It is the center of the nightlife in Goldstone, and Goldstone is a city that never sleeps.

Make all thresholds one threshold. Open it. Let everything trapped move. Let everything outside enter. No more lost dead. The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the false shrines, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Shrine War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

The kind nuns put together all their money to rush me to the hospital and saved my life. The oldest nun looked at me with such sadness in her eyes. "My dear, you're so young. Why would you want to stop living?" When had anyone last been so kind to me? I cried and cried. After coming so close to dying, what could possibly be so bad that I could not handle it? Once I got out of the hospital, I blocked every avenue I had to contact Alexander and sent him one last text: [Forget it. I hope you and Camila are happy.]

He’s just stalling time and is waiting until he feels better to move. “Unbelievable.” Hugo scoffed. Still, he straightened his posture and reached for his pocket. “You really mean that?” There was a nod. Looking confident, Hugo fished out a small glass bottle in front of the frozen Ponjie. The glass shimmered along with its clear content inside. Hugo cleared his voice and explained, “A healer I know gifted me this. According to that person, all the drops in here came from the garden of the deity Paeon. It can heal anything in an instant which makes this bottle the most treasured possession I currently have.”