The World Requiem Novels & Stories

I followed them by eye and strange enough, I felt a lot heavier—it feels surreal. I tried to follow them until they got out of the building, although I feel like I will be in so much trouble if I keep on and yep, I don’t care. I don’t want to let this opportunity slide as I saw the same kinds of people in my dreams beheading civilians and starting a war. If that were to be true, I want myself to witness their downfall before anything happens. “Oi, Reign Yrven. The Black Wolf of the Lightning’s wrath.”

-- [Back to the present ] Still Lyndell's POV "As the light slowly fades away... I, Lyndell Zechariah, will unleash the forbidden spell of my clan. To vanish the evil in this world Alexia, goddess of protection, Hear thy call and help us, Protect thy light and vanish thy evil With the help of your sword. Lend me the power to cast thy spell! Terra faciet infrio, sicut aether convertat tenebris, Sicut quod deam dei praesidium vt irarum eam potentia; Ego summon in sanctam gladius dei praesidium! Alexys! "

I could see the flow of the resonance as it moved through the corridors, a river of violet light that sought out the lingering shadows of the old world’s trauma. ​Killian’s grip on my hand tightened, but his touch was no longer the desperate grasp of a soldier in a foxhole. It was the calm pressure of a man who had finally laid down his shield. His golden eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the silver dome of the Seven Peaks had expanded to the very edge of the world’s curvature. The planetary grid was humming in a perfect, minor-key harmony, a sound that bypassed the ears and vibrated directly in the chest.

~ Heath ~ “Alpha?” “Do it now!” My command is heavy with my alpha aura, leaving Dane with no choice but to obey. Would it be kinder to shoot them…perhaps…but the werewolf world cannot rebuild if there are no werewolves left. The ominous thud of the electricity lever being turned on resonates within my chest, as one by one my once obedient pack members drop down to the ground. The smell of burning flesh spreading around us, their bodies writhing on the ground in pain.

It was packed with vacation clothes, and sitting right on top of the clothes was a brand-new, unopened box of condoms. Chloe said: "I’m packing my bags. Gavin and I are flying abroad tomorrow to watch the match." Seeing my cold face and silence. Chloe deliberately added: "The World Cup only happens every four years. It’s super popular. So many people want to watch it but can’t squeeze their way in." "Those who can’t squeeze in are destined to be left out." My patience was gradually running out. My tone was cold and stern: "I’m only here for the pillow. You can have Gavin!"

Reid sank into his chair and buried his face in both hands. He had gotten rid of the liar, but the girl who had once looked at him like he was her whole world was gone, and he would never get her back. He had thrown away the one person in this world who had loved him unconditionally, all for a pile of hollow lies. With trembling hands, he took out his phone and dialed the number he still knew by heart. The only thing that came through was the same cold, automated voice. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

I wanted to bury my teeth into her skin and bind her soul to the Shadow Line until the end of time. I felt the graze of my teeth against her pulse point. She sighed, a small, expectant sound that broke the last of my restraint. But then, the world ended. The sound was an erasure of all other sound. A pressure wave hit us first, a wall of heat and shattered glass that turned the air into a storm of diamonds. “Risa.”

"He didn't judge him. He... pushed the corruption away. He turned it down. What if that's how he really is? Not to point out the gray, but to show it so it can be fixed? So it can be put back together, just like you put the corruption in the medallion, Kael. The idea was mind-blowing. We had been using Kenny's power to find a disease that needed to be cut out. Miranda thought it was supposed to be part of a cure. She went on, "The Anima Mundi is about balance." "Not purity." The first Keepers knew this. The world isn't meant to be a clean paradise. It is a colorful, messy, beautiful, and sometimes painful tapestry of light and dark. The goal isn't to get rid of the shadow; it's to make sure

Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.” I interpret it out loud, “The destroyer of all and her kin, death, war, and Pestilence, shall reap the destruction of all. Humanity's sacrifice shall be its champion. Should love and goodness prevail, the world will be saved. Should death and greed succeed, the end shall be a new beginning filled with death, subjuga

And the universe, in its infinite, recursive creativity, began to tell a story so powerful, so resonant, that it started to pull on the threads of their being. It was a love story. Not just any love story. It was the "Grand Requiem," a narrative sweeping across multiple Genres, telling the tale of two souls perpetually finding each other across lifetimes, only to be torn apart by cosmic forces each time. It was beautiful. It was tragic. And it was everywhere.