The World Requiem 소설 & 이야기

It wasn't made of obsidian or marble; it was made of pure: compressed resonance: a glowing: translucent heart that pulsed with the very first rhythm of the world. But standing before the crystalline gates was a line of figures that didn't move: didn't breathe: and didn't glow. They were the Ice Weavers: their skin as pale as the snow: their eyes as blue as the deep abyss. They held spears of absolute zero: and as we approached: the air in my lungs turned to ice. The final triage had begun: and as I looked at the crystalline cradle: I knew the White Wolf would have to burn brighter than she ever had before to save the heartbeat of the world.

Morvane's voice hardened. "So I became one." --- The vision changed. Morvane stood between two worlds. Older now. Exhausted. The old universe was collapsing. The new universe was forming. People were screaming. Armies were fighting. Every voice demanded the same thing. Choose us. Save us. Protect our world. Morvane pressed his hands against his ears. The memories disappeared. He looked at Liana. "I heard them." "Every person." "Every prayer." "Every scream."

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

He shivered under me, and gripped my wrists tightly as he fought through the pain. I heard her sigh behind me, “I, Clarolyn Guaress, accept your rejection.” She screamed and collapsed to the ground. Dylan breathed heavily as the pain coursed through him, finally crying out. “I’m gonna fix this,” I mumbled softly. I placed my hands on his chest as best I could, since he was still holding them. I began chanting in Latin pulling the pain from him into myself. It was like my heart was being ripped apart slowly, in the worst way possible.

Despite the lethargy, the cheering from the audience creates a blaring sound that overpowered the entire arena, louder than it could ever be. Of course, it’s Wyatt Benjamin, the one who singlehandedly perished the hundreds of disguised members of Royal Defense sent by the kingdom of dark magicians months ago. Or at least, that's what they thought it is. Crarene, the kingdom of the above-mentioned creatures, is the first and worst enemy of Oqazia. That is why anyone who contributes a lot in solving or stopping the chaos they are constantly causing earns glory from the people.

That’s why I never had the chance to witness Madarashi’s full might. We trained there for 2 and half a year and after that a war broke out world wide. It was the World War III. The war only lasted for six months but destruction it caused was immeasurable. Destruction and casualties of the world war I and II wasn’t half as deadly as this one. But the shocking thing was, among the casualties 98% was innocent people and the countries that even didn’t have an active a role in the war. But the one who forged the war were practically unharmed. And as expected these news pissed Madrashi off. He was more pissed off with the higher ups and leaders who actually forged the war. But the good thing was o

Elvira snapped impatiently and hung up with a bang. "It's real! The bomb is real! Elvira, don't hang up! Don't hang up! Elvira! El–" The timer hit zero, and a deafening explosion tore through my body before I could even react. The bomb on Whitney detonated in an instant. Shockwaves rippled through my vision as I screamed, "No!" The next second, I was sent flying by a tremendous force. The world around me fell instantly silent. I drifted in an endless darkness, dizzy and disoriented, for what felt like an eternity.

not a bad thing. He rubbed my back as I cried into his warm chest, " it's gon be fine Alexa, now stop crying" he whispered in my ear,another person started to sing, Xo by beyonce I just danced into his arms coz it was a slow dance next thing I knew Hakeem fell to the floor I faces my head to the direction of where Hakeem had fell, I turned to find george? Anger boiled up in me

The infinite void where new worlds were born and old ones died. "Mother," he said, his voice no longer carrying the sweet uncertainty of youth but instead resonating with harmonics that seemed to echo across multiple dimensions simultaneously. "I have made my decision. I will reshape this fractured world through perfect harmony. There would be no more senseless conflict. I will create the balance that has eluded every generation before us."

The echoes of destruction reverberated through the hollow chambers, but Lucien remained still, his hand trembling as it hovered above the blackened heart. The ancient pulsating darkness that had plagued our world, binding the lands in fear and suffering, awaited its end. The air was thick with tension, like a rope pulled taut between two worlds—the one we had known, and the one we would build.