Aftertale Comic Novels & Stories

he murmured, voice like a broken vow, “if anything happens to me…” “Don’t,” she whispered. He exhaled—soft and tortured. “Get in the car.” But as she stepped toward it, a low, mocking voice echoed across the alley: “Walking away from her, Lucian? How predictable.” Elara froze . Lucian spun. And Damien Hale stepped out of the shadows. Alone. Unarmed. Smiling. The kind of smile that promised ruin. “Run, Elara,” Lucian murmured. But Damien’s eyes locked onto hers cold, victorious, certain.

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.

I asked and for a moment, a wistful look crossed the Beta's face as he considered my words. "Liar! You gave him poison. You told me that yourself." Blaire roared and I almost cursed. Of course, I had told her that. I had been unable to resist my desire to taunt her and now, I had lost the advantage of secrecy. Now, I could only hope that the doctor had not forgotten an important detail when he told me the poison had no remedy.

Several of Chase Corporation's key projects had suddenly been targeted in a hostile takeover by competitors, causing heavy losses. "I heard Alexa leaked their business secrets," my friend said over the phone. "Now Liam's running himself ragged, putting out fires everywhere." As I held the phone, I felt an indescribable feeling stirring in my chest. In my past life, Alexa was willful, but she had never sunk to something so malicious. After I married Liam, she found herself a wealthy heir to wed, though she never stopped flirting with Liam. It seemed that in this life, because I walked away, she'd abandoned all restraint.

No one else had claimed him. He didn't pull away immediately. He let the heat die down, his fingers tracing the silver waist chain that still clung to Luca’s skin. He looked at the marks he had left behind the red handprint on Luca’s ass, the hickeys on his neck. It was his work. His art.

My throat was sandpaper, but I had to know. He dropped his eyes. Took a second before answering. "It was... nude photos. Yours. Niama was planning to blackmail you. But Vivian opened the package. That's why she went that night. Ree, it's over. All of it." I shut my eyes, pulled my hand back, and turned away. Yeah. It was over. Time for me to go, too. I had kept a little of Vivian's ashes in a vial. I was gonna take her with me—to see the rivers, the mountains we always talked about, and that snow-covered peak from my dreams.

He held up a drawing of a stick figure with a cape and a huge smile. I knelt beside him, pushing away the cold dread for a moment. "Wow, Jasper! He looks so strong! What's his name?" "Captain Awesome!" Jasper declared, puffing out his chest. "He saves everyone!" I smiled, a real smile this time, though it felt fragile. "He sure does. You're a great artist." I ruffled his hair, feeling the softness of it. His innocence was a sharp, painful reminder of why I was doing all of this. Why I'd just walked into Caden's trap. It wasn't for me. It was for this small, bright light, for Mom.

" I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together. Without hesitation, I deleted it and blocked the number. Two little girls walked past, holding hands. Giggling, they made plans to celebrate with their favorite cherry cake after they finished their mission. I watched them walk away, farther and farther, until they disappeared completely. I drove t

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In