5 Faces Of Death Novels & Stories

It had been five years since their favorite daughter and Sebastian's most beloved sister killed me! Just then, I felt a twinge in my heart. Ah, it turned out that our hearts would also feel pain even after we died.

He unzipped it, and his eyes wander all over the place, from the ceiling down to the floor. He stood up and roamed around. He can see different faces on a bed. There are faces with Brutal, gashed, and swollen faces; wide gaping mouths, which opened for the last time to utter the death-shriek, and are now fixed forever in rigid agony; jagged, discolored teeth, sunken cheeks, knitted brows, dead, sodden eyes, awful contortions, ghastly smiles, hideous leers, faces of men and faces of women, faces of the young and faces of the old, faces which reek with the slime of years of vice and misery and despair.

When Sohan was done, I turned to Adonis, "How would you feel if you woke up one day, and all of a sudden, you were able to see your own family's deaths? You can't look at their faces anymore. You can't even look at yourself in the mirror. And it all happened out of nowhere. How would you feel?" He groaned, "I would hate it. It would be terrifying. But it's not like you became like this out of nowhere," he seemed quite sure about that. "Wasn't it?" I asked softly, not bothering in withholding my sadness. "You really thought that?" I heard when he gulped. But it was Sohan who spoke. "Was it out of nowhere?"

Often very attractive with yellow eyes but need to be constantly on the go, kind of like puppies. Then there’s vampires. Pale, elegant, weirdly posh, intelligent, bloodsuckers. And who can forget high elves? Tall, beautiful, clear eyes, long lives, connections to nature, natural leaders. Self important bastards to be honest. Like most fairies, I’m on the short side with pointed ears and colourful hair. Mine’s purple actually. But otherwise, I look like my older brother, Russell, and my mother. Slender, pale, grey eyes. Russell’s just me with dark hair and a growth spurt. Normals don’t really have a “look” but if you look at my dad, a middle aged balding white man, you’d say he’s normal looki