Novel & Cerita The Hand Requiem

It had a colour of midnight blue with a subtle sheen that caught the light like moonlight on water. My hair was freshly trimmed, my beard lined up, and for the first time in weeks, I looked like someone who hadn’t been chewed up and spat out by life. But inside, I was trembling terribly. Tonight wasn’t just a performance. It was more like a resurrection. Rufus’s wedding was the kind of event that made headlines and got the mouths of the public wagging. It was an opulent affair held in one of the city’s most prestigious venues, a converted cathedral with vaulted ceilings and stained-glass windows that cast kaleidoscopic light across the marble floors.

“Emma, wear these. That way, the most important moment of your life won’t feel incomplete.” I slipped on the gloves and stood in front of the mirror. The gloves paired perfectly with the gown, making me look elegant and radiant. Ethan stood beside me, gently took my hand, and led me toward the ceremony site. The moonlight, silver and soft, shimmered over every leaf. Ethan’s wolf, Snowfang, stood silently nearby, its green eyes glowing with loyalty and protectiveness. I followed Ethan to the altar, my little wolf, Shadow, wagging his tail in joy, as if finally sensing a sense of belonging.

" Give me your hand, Gordon..." ***

“I’m ready.” With that, Ryder pressed a series of buttons on the control panel, and the heavy security doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. The room beyond was dimly lit, the shelves filled with thick binders and electronic terminals that hummed with activity. Eva stepped inside, her eyes immediately scanning the room. It wasn’t just the physical files they needed; it was the data. The heart of Project Requiem was buried in these walls—somewhere. She could feel it, just beneath the surface.

However, it was too late now. Nicholas kept inching closer and closer to me. Then, he stomped on my right hand and kept stomping on it with all his might. The pain was so great that I couldn't even make a sound anymore. Tears flooded my eyes at once. Nicholas' figure turned blurry in my vision. Now, he looked even more like a monster to me. I tried to pull my hand back, but it was to no avail. I felt terror spreading through my chest. My hand!

The stars above twisted into spirals of light and shadow—patterns that mirrored the old Blood Moon’s heartbeats, but broken, imperfect. > You made harmony, but harmony is just control with music. Nareth’s flames crackled. “Show yourself.” A figure stepped out of the air— tall, translucent, its eyes like mirrors reflecting every color of creation. > I am Requiem, it said. The rhythm between your rhythms. --- The Philosophy of Requiem Seren stared at it. “You were born from the pause?” Requiem tilted its head, smiling faintly. “Born from what you left unclaimed. Every silence holds a possibility. Every note hides a dissonance. I am both.”

Bong! Bong! Bong! A series of explosive ringing of the Requiem Clock finally forced out the black figure lurking in the lady’s corpse. That was still a black shadow, but a woman's contour was visible. She furiously screamed, “Abomination! How dare you ruin my important business?! Go to hell!” The black shadow directly rushed toward Alex. However, Alex had the Requiem Clock in his hand. This was a holy Buddhist tool, and it shocked the black shadow to the point her soul trembled, and she couldn't stop screaming.

' she heard Gracie before she hang up. She got down from her car, looked at the road and moved towards the gate in her black wedge and formal outfit; she took a deep breath, adjusted her clothes again, held her bag, looked straight and knocked on the gate; before she had the chance to knock again; the gate opened and a man, shorter than her with a long beard showed up looking at her from his big goggles. He adjusted his glasses before he asked. 'Can I help you miss?’ She smiled and immediately nodded. ‘Yes, please I’m here to see the master of this household.’

It respected my choice. The infected werewolves around me roared madly, tearing at the chain-link fences. But as I approached, they fell silent for a miraculous moment. Perhaps even these mindless beasts could sense my grim resolve. I stood on a high point of the ruins and closed my eyes. I summoned all the power within me. Not just my spiritual energy, but my life force itself. This was the final gambit for a werewolf with the "Hands of God" gift—a life sacrifice.

“Hounds of heaven, hounds of hell, hounds of the Earth. Guardians of the door, we summon thee to help us resurrect the fallen son.” “Nos si vocare te. Nos si vocare te.” Her voice was loud and almost unrecognizable. She raised her hand and gestured me to sit beside her. she put her hand at the back of my head and pushed me to the ground before following me herself. “We bow before the door that divides the world of living from the world of dead. with humble gratitude we ask that it be opened.” She slit my hand and hers in unison. “Aperi ianuam vita est vita. Thy power, thy my path, thy will my desire.”