hymn for the weekend amv

In the small city of Haverfall, lived Caspian, a renowned detective. He was just an ordinary person until one day, a mysterious incident happened. "Can you please move out of the way?" said Caspian as the crowd moved to let him pass through. He parked his car and entered the house of the incident. As he entered the room of the crime scene, he could only gasp at the sight, "What the f—" It was a bloody mess. Guts were all over the place, even the ceiling. As he looked at the body, he saw that the torso of the victim was utterly obliterated. There were no clues... not a single one. But Caspian is a stubborn man, so he tries to find everything and comes across a mysterious group. He warned them not to move, or he'll shoot, but without a care, they didn't listen. Caspian shot, but to his surprise, one of them even laughed. He didn't know what had happened, but he was knocked out. Just after that day, his mother, an agent from an unknown organization, told him to stop investigating and that they'll handle it. He was angry, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, but he planned on investigating regardless of the consequences. A few more murders happened, and Caspian eventually got caught investigating something without proper permission and was suspended. That's where it all happened, an encounter with the unknown, something that didn't die no matter how much he tried to kill it—the encounter with the supernatural. Mysteries begin to unsolve as the dark secrets of the world hold true. The fate of the world bides within him... the oath sworn by the apocalypse. This is the path of the Condemned. (It's pretty light-hearted, so you don't have to worry. No NTR, No cuckoldry, No UB, No bad tags. Just good old harem with a plot instead of pure harem. Small warning though, the MC won't be immediately strong since that would make no sense storywise. He will still need to train to be able to reach the strength everyone else has. [I could just make him gain a power-up but that would be too easy, LMAO]. Also, English is my third language, so I'm sorry if I have a lot of typos/grammatical errors.) Uploaded Rate: 3-4 Chapters per week Upload Schedule: M-T-T-F Words per Chapter: 1500 Minimum Disclaimer: The cover is not mine, so if you own it, please inform me, and I'll gladly take it down.

Hello! I’m currently in the process of rewriting (The hymn of Vivshi) I’m sorta half way done. So if you want the canon chapters just read up to chapter 65 of currently! more chapters will be updated as time goes on. Freedom exists in many forms. Each person has their own perspective on Freedom. One might say Freedom is the ability to go and do whatever you want but what comes after you do whatever you what? The interpretation of Freedom is endless and due to all of these ideas of what Freedom could be, Gods called Aeons are born. In this story you will witness fairytales about conservation, passion, rejuvnation, fear, joy, nihility, serenity, dexterity, desire, remembrance, breakage and guilt.

He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered at his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening, and mind-numbing. "You should be running, Zera," he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me." "I don't want to run." I stubbornly stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too. His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."

To save her empire, they gave the Saintess Ilia to the Abyss. They thought they were sacrificing her to a place. They were wrong. The Abyss was not a place. It was him. Zephar. A fallen god of ruin and sorrow, imprisoned in a cathedral of shadows. His beauty was a sin, his voice was velvet and venom, and his eyes held the light of dying stars. He was everything she was taught to fear, and everything her soul secretly craved. He offered her a deal, not with a handshake, but with a brand upon her soul. He would spare her world, and in return, he would own her. Her every prayer, once for heaven, now belonged to him alone. He was her cruelest tormentor, delighting in shattering her fragile faith. Yet, he was also her most obsessive protector. When the world that sacrificed her dared to hurt her, he would wrap her in shadows and command with the thunder of a jealous king: “Tell me who made you cry, so I can unmake them.” In the arms of the one being she was meant to fear, Ilia found the only truth in a world of holy lies. She was meant to be his prisoner, but she became his obsession. And he, the monster from her nightmares, became her only sanctuary. Now, her faith is dead. Her devotion is his. And to save her fallen god, she will not just defy heaven. She will become the heresy that brings it to its knees. “Fall for me, Ilia,” he commanded, his voice a promise of beautiful ruin. “And I will be the only god you ever need.”

A brutally broken man is reborn as the herald of a chained god. Now, armed with a sword forged from his father's bones and a hunger that can unmake worlds, he must shatter the celestial seals binding his patron, one bloody, catastrophic step at a time.

After a decade-long war beneath the waves, the great order of the Abyssal Hunters finally put an end to the cosmic blight imprisoned in the deep sea. The victory cost them everything. The Reaver—the wellspring of all corruption—was slain, none but one survived the triumph. Sawyer Muir Domhainn crawled back to the surface alone, only to return back into a world a thousand years into the future. In the Order’s absence, the Reaver's influence became scripture, its lingering melody twisting reality itself. From its supposed defeat, magic was born—worshipped as a gift from God....a FALSE God... Now as the last TRUE human in a world that has seemingly forgotten humanity, Sawyer walks forward armed with relics of a dead age. He faces a civilization built on lies, miracles rooted in rot, and a future shaped by the echo of the very horror he helped destroy.

It was the season of rain when I first heard those melodies. Under the drenching sky, I was counting the sorrows of my life, While someone else was embracing each moment of theirs with the falling raindrops. And then, that voice... Soft, yet reaching straight to the heart- "Live, for life is but one-stay happy and spread it around. We are companions in this journey till death... Just give me your hand..." There was something magical in those words. It felt as if the rain had touched my sorrows, As if someone had called my name, As if an unseen hand was pulling me out of the darkness.. A rule-following girl who lived in fear, always hesitant. Her dreams were different, but she walked a path shaped by others' desires. She always thought about fulfilling others' wishes, suppressing her own voice, too afraid to stand up for herself. In the process of making others happy, she had lost herself. She was tired of living like this, and slowly, she realized—she wanted to be somewhere else, but she was heading in a completely different direction. On the other side was Sean—a boy who lived life with happiness, a breathtakingly handsome and popular guy at his school. A constant smile adorned his face. He, too, had his own sorrows, but he never let them weigh him down. His only belief was: "Stay happy and make others happy." Music was his dream, and he lived life on his own terms. What will happen when, on a cold, rainy night, the strings of their lives intertwine? Will their lives change too? —THE HYMN OF THE RAIN

Synopsis: Every weekend, the sleepy town of Riverhollow holds a secret—one whispered through diaries, late-night texts, and abandoned cabins at the edge of the forest. For five high schoolers who have nothing in common—an artist with a broken past, a class clown hiding loneliness, a quiet girl who knows too much, a golden boy with a perfect mask, and a newcomer chasing answers—the weekend begins like any other. Until a strange message lures them into an unexpected meeting spot. What starts as a dare turns into a tradition. Every weekend, they meet. They talk. They share. They confess. And slowly, their secrets start to surface. But some whispers aren't meant to be heard. And one weekend, everything changes. Friendships will be tested. Hearts will be broken. And the truth might tear them apart. Because in Riverhollow, the weekend whispers always come with a cost.

The weekend of the championship game, all football star Tre Griffin wants is to escape Miami and the reminder that he's not playing. When his flight out of town is delayed, he meets Michael Pappas in the hotel bar. Their attraction is immediate, and when he discovers Michael has no idea who he is, Tre decides to act on it.<br><br>One night of no-strings-attached passion stretches into a whole weekend, but with Tre all too visible in the public spotlight, he can't risk hoping for anything more. A single perfect weekend is all they have. Until Michael discovers the truth. And they both begin to think it could be something more.

The divorced woman, Yan Yu, has only just escaped the confusion of companionship, only to find herself imprisoned by the solitude of singlehood. To her, desire is a relentless undertow, a surging tide, each wave an intense, impassioned motive. Be it good or ill, spoken or unspoken, desire pulses between light and shadow, rising and falling in a continuous struggle. On the lonely weekends when she craves company, should she choose Yun Ke, the fleeting vision behind a curtain of dreams? Or perhaps Fatty, a mere dispensable option? Maybe the professor, the dreary man devoid of emotional warmth? Or Cui Laoda, bound by the fate of his turbulent life? These men drift onto her weekend stage in succession, each offering his own color—yet, who among them could be her true match? Through the days, Yan Yu moves with a graceful ease, like a reflection of flowers upon the water. Every entanglement, every longing from this life or a past one, permeates her single existence, unfolding with a cool humor and poignant restraint. No woman despairs of love itself; she despairs only of men—or, perhaps, of pieces of them.