Star Platinum Requiem Novels & Stories

Her eyes swam with tears, causing the spring countryside to smear in her vision like an impressionist painting. “I’m sorry, mummy,” Calleigh whispered, placing her hand on her mother’s gravestone. “I couldn’t destroy him like I thought. I didn’t have the strength.” Calleigh knelt, brushing earth off the gray marble angel before placing half the daisies on her grave. “I’m going to have his baby any day now. And I forced him to promise to stay away from us. This was my only punishment for Gabriel De León, the man who destroyed our lives… our happy family.”

Marco promised with a smile. A small smile graced Tamara’s lips as she nodded and stared at the next stage of her plan on her revenge board. David and Chelsea had gotten married with the most lavish wedding that spalshed across the front pages of business magazines. With a smirk, Tamara unclipped one of the torn front pages that made up her board. Fine. They could try to be happy after killing her baby, her sister, and stealing her company and her life from her. But she would be coming back for them.

Their plan was calculated, precise. It wasn’t about love or recognition — it was about damage control. Rumors had spread like wildfire, whispers that Ryan was gay or bisexual. His fanbase, mostly women, had turned the scandal into a storm that threatened his reputation, his marketability, his very career. Caroline and Ryan’s PR team devised a plan: show the world he was “taken,” but not too taken. Enough to silence the rumors, but not enough to draw attention to me. They planned all this as Ryan’s reputation was crumbling under rumors — whispers that he was gay, or bisexual. His fanbase, mostly women, had turned the scandal into a storm that threatened his career, his satellite value as a st

“Now!” Taryn stumbles, blade clattering, blood pooling, eyes dim. Veyra’s blade trembles, pinning her cloak to crystal, voice raw. “Why?” Taryn’s breath catches, voice faint. “It promised… everything.” Her hymn fades, body slumping, eyes closing. Kalia’s orb strikes the core, light fracturing crystal, shadow-heart wailing, husks collapsing. Theryn’s light-blade pulses, Zynara’s vision amplifying, runes sealing the core, claws dissolving. Kael’s Shadowkin surge, sealing rifts, void-blade steady, hymn strong. The core shatters, facets splintering, rifts closing, Veil’s threads weaving tight. A deeper hum rumbles, a Starless master’s relic—a jagged crystal pulsing with void—emerging from the co

*"Yet you... you are a dissonance. A *stain*." Eden's scars flare, gold light spilling into the dark. The Requiem tilts her head. *"Ah. The Cantor's little refrain. Let me fix that."* She plucks a string. The melody in Eden erupts, a scream that tears through his veins. He collapses, clawing at his chest as the gold light fractures, piercing his skin like needles. I lunge, but the Requiem flicks a wrist. The air solidifies, crushing me to my knees. *"Hush,"* she croons. *"This is a *mercy*."*

The shades she had on hid her tears from the world. Crystal walked to the decorated arena outside the barracks. They didn't hold a requiem mass inside a church, they had thought it honourable to do it here. She took a seat after most of the eyes on her had settled. The new commander was talking on the podium at the front while the priest stood behind, looking like they had just stolen his shine—looking out of place. She identified the twentieth sitting apart from the crowd and couldn't believe her eyes. He didn't look scarred. For someone who survived death, Crystal felt he should have at least tried to look worse for wear.

She cries out, body contorting, the light around her squeezing tighter, like it means to wring the life from her bones. Inside me, my wolf thrashes against my ribs, panic and rage burning together. Fix it. The demand pulses through my blood, primal and fierce. “I’m trying,” I rasp, lungs raw, reaching for the silver. It flickers in the air, lurid and alive, surging forward—only to freeze, trembling midair. It doesn’t wait for my command. It waits for something deeper, something older. Judgment.

"Yes, as you heard it. You will approach her in the easiest way and with what you heal her the most as well as what will kill her the most. Tell her that you want her to be the star model for the fall-winter campaign." "What do we gain from that?" "Isn't it obvious? You will have it at your feet, when the time comes we will only destroy her. We will let her trust us." "I feel like you're going too far, you've calculated your every move, Salomé." "Do you want to get revenge on them, yes or no?" "Emma nor Gertrudis owe me anything." "Then leave me alone in this and it's over!" She dropped the cutlery on the plate.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Lisa smiled brightly when she got the order from the control room, "Implement plan burn and destroy." The troops below her all screamed in excitement, the sky lip up as mana weapons got pulled out of their sheaths and activated in a glow of mana. The roars and squeals of remnant spirits matched those of the energy beast horde. A massive slaughter took place as a horde of Thorium Relm remnant spirits rampaged in a horde of platinum and gold ranks. Lisa and her raid team stood in the air above the battlefield, watching with wide eyes for any changes.