The Song Of The Cell นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Killian pouted. "What Why?" "Please, please, please! I already chose the song for us!" "What song?" "We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez," Killian smiled. "Okay, so I should sing Selena’s part?” Juliette asked. "Yup. Your voice is sweeter than mine." Killian smirked. "Smooth like a snake," Juliette rolled her eyes. "Okay, but just this time. It's your channel category, not mine. You decided you wanted to sing on YouTube,"

And I heard Silas humming. A soft, almost imperceptible vibration began to resonate through the floor. It was that same discordant tune. It wasn't in the air this time; it was in the fabric of the cell itself. He was proving his point. The song could not be unheard. The connection could not be severed. The white wall shimmered again. Silas was back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, looking as if he had just returned from a brief stroll. “Back so soon?” I asked, my voice flat. I would not give him the satisfaction of my shock.

The same hum that had filled me when I held the Moonstone Heart. My lips parted on a shudder. “I hear… something.” Siora’s voice lowered to a whisper. “That is the Song. The flow of life and death. Follow it.” The hum grew louder, weaving with the rush of the wind through the trees, the distant trickle of water, even the thrum of Thorne’s heartbeat behind me. Threads of sound braided together until they became light. When I opened my eyes, the water in the bowl shimmered, rippling in tune.

Selene leaned close to his ear and whispered each word softly, "If I ever get another chance at life, I'll kill you with my own hands." Zirion froze when she got close to him. That single sentence was enough to extinguish all light from his eyes once more. He tilted his head slightly and stared at her for a long while before forcing a clumsy smile. "How wonderful, Selly." Then, he clasped Selene's wrist tenderly with one hand and muttered the words, "So, you came back too." … Selene locked Zirion in a cell and only allowed him to get the most basic treatment. As long as he held his last breath and was able to speak, that was enough.

And in the endless dark, I could almost hear it. The low, mournful notes of a cello. A song of sorrow. A song of freedom. Her song.

"This is a bloodline. This is a heritage. This is a power you do not understand. This is the Omega Bloodsong. It is the song of my soul, and it has come to reclaim what is mine." She walked past the frozen Alphas, her presence a palpable thing that made shivers run along every spine. She approached the magic cell, gaze fixed on the door. The commotion, the Omega Bloodsong, was more thunderous now, one clean note that resonated in the very foundations of the building.