The World Requiem Novels & Stories

(DARK TEA) “LIFE, REBIRTH, AND REINCARNATION. REMEMBER THAT NO MATTER WHAT WE WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU, HANA.” To the tears that fall and created the never-ending ripple unto the lake of sorrow and goodbye. She reaches her small hand towards her beloved mother and father, which bruised faces, bleeding wounds and limping body resembles the chaos and tainted darkness and blood of the world that war is all that it seems and never-ending.

Excitement churning, he bowed his deformed head in serious commitment and withdrew back into the labyrinth of woodland silence. At last, rising on limbs shaking with a sombsomberent, I also absorbed cold night's zephyr into the core of my being and got ready to watch the end of the world. My teeth snarled together in a rictus smile of extreme pleasure as the words appeared like a demonic declaration. Say, "Let the world burn."

The world tilted, and suddenly I was slung over his shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice weak. No answer. Figures. My body felt heavy, my thoughts slow. If he wanted to kill me, he would. It didn’t really matter anymore. I would have died on that road anyway. At least this way, maybe someone would bury me. Grandma, be well. We will meet again in another life.

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

Those words were bitter. "No, that man deserved to die, as I said before. He brought her back to life using electric shocks after her second death and since then, she hasn't been able to rest peacefully. I do intend to make you work for me, but I can offer you what you want in return, Quevelerin. " he addressed her. " Lay your life down, one last time for me and you will never have to wake up again. " That assertion made her raise her head. Her eyes were sparkling, as would the ones of a Priest that was visited by God. " Can you guarantee that? Can you 100% promise that the next time a die, I will be no more? "

“Here in the human world it's impossible to find that kind of love. The soulmate kind.`` I smiled when I remembered someone. “ but my grandparents were soulmates. Oh. you should've seen how i loved them throughout their life.`` I chuckled at the memories of my grandparents. “ They were so in sync. Like yin to yang.” “When I asked how they can love each other so much with their flaws included my grandfather replied that ‘they were soulmates’. They truly were.” my smile turned sad, “ soulmates are people who can't live without each other, and my grandparents died together. Because they can't live without each other.” I had a nightmare.” I whispered after a few moments of silence, my voice bar

"Yes of course, but if you're thinking of going there, it's not yet time. You need to get stronger." "Why did you call it a World??" Vic asked "Will you always question me like this," Ang replied, "Well!! It's different from this, far more better than the human world. No more question." "Just let's have a stroll around the human world. Let's go to some nice places?" "Okay, I'm sorry. You want to take a stroll right? I know somewhere great we can go." Vic replied as he went in the direction of a basketball Court. *Basketball Court*

"One, the Dark World is our base of operations, and we know it best. "Two, the Tai Chi World requires a culling to rub off its rust and canker. It's also how I will face my Solemnity Tribulation. "Third, the past form of Wuia Reincarnation Soremsia is hidden in the Dark World's River of Time." The reasons shocked Thea. She also noticed that no one from the Doom Race was in the connected light balls, and she turned around. "The Doom Race isn't joining the exodus?" "No," James shook his head. "They have a more important mission here." "What is it?" Thea wanted to know.

At that exact second, the automated system triggered, lighting up the massive digital billboards across New York, London, and Paris, broadcasting the Rebirth campaign to the entire world. The celebratory alarms of her greatest corporate triumph chimed continuously in the background, cutting through the suffocating, dangerous tension locking the two of them in the dark room.

The Architect led them deep into the archive, past shelves that stretched beyond visible horizon, past orbs that contained worlds they had never seen and hoped never to enter. Each orb they passed held a frozen scream, a halted tear, a moment of death suspended in eternal amber. Two hundred forty-seven worlds. Two hundred forty-seven ways to die. And he had survived every one.