Caleb Pack Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn't turn around, but the air around him began to warp, turning the blue server lights into a sickly, ashen grey. ​"The weight," Kaelen rasped, his voice sounding like two stones grinding together. He turned slowly, those milky, pupil-less eyes fixing on the space between Julian and me. "I can taste it from here. A thousand years of dying. A thousand years of a doctor trying to stitch a soul back into a corpse." ​Julian stepped in front of me, his hand shielding my chest. "You’re a scavenger, Kaelen. Silas pulled you out of a gutter in Life Seven and gave you a suit. You don't know anything about souls."

Such an existence was like a top powerhouse in their opinions. "Caleb, do you really believe in your eyes?" Lucas said slowly. His comment made all the people of Sky Saber Gateway and Sword Ancestry stunned. They could not comprehend Lucas' words. Caleb smiled coldly. "I don't just believe in my eyes. My eyes can also see your corpse almost instantly." "If that's the case, let's get started." Lucas hooked his finger at Caleb. Caleb was exasperated when he saw this. "Hey brat, you're still unaware that you're about to face death!

I walked up to Caleb and hovered next to his shoulder. “What’s this about?” I asked. He glanced up, his eyes shuttered. “I’m sorry,” he said, swallowing hard. “I should have believed you.” I wasn’t sure I was ready to accept the apology. “You should have.” “I found the ex-pack member I’ve been looking for,” he explained. “He told me a bunch of stuff that made me realize how fucked up Elijah is. Did I ever tell you about how my parents died?” “Not really,” I said. “You mentioned that your father died protecting the pack.”

That was the extra kick, needed to pull him from his murderous haze. He reeled himself back in, recognizing this for what it was. This was what Alejandro wanted. He wanted him to lose his mind and harm him. He sought a death he had been unable to get on the battlefield; quick, easy, mostly painless. The best part was, it saved him some of his pride and ego. Alejandro knew the options available to Caleb, and nothing would strip him of this false sense of importance he cherished so dearly, than being caged and paraded in the presence of all of the Alphas whose respects he craved so badly.

Leo was there, safely chasing fireflies in the moonlight, oblivious to the fact that his mother had just signed his father's death warrant. Caleb pocketed the burner phone, his hands no longer trembling, but steady with a cold, murderous resolve. He planned to get to the end of this, no matter what it takes!

Caleb walks past with an injured pack member thrown over his shoulder. I guess with Matt gone now he is officially my beta. I am short several official pack members and that will need to be addressed soon. Outside the smell of the air is still blood, and loss. The grief is literally in the air. Pack Members consoling each other. All of them covered in dried blood, dirt, and anything else that clung to their skin. They slowly made their way around the tables. One had two twitches checking names off a roster. “How’d they get that?” Zyan asks.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

By the morning of the fourth day, several highly respected Elders of the pack couldn't watch anymore and came to the ruins. "Alpha, accept your loss," the Great Elder sighed. "In a fire this big... even an Alpha wolf couldn't survive." "Yes, let Ella rest. If you keep digging, her soul won't find peace." Lucas knelt on the ground, clutching that charred piece of cloth tightly. Listening to the Elders, he finally let out a wail of despair. "Ahhhhh—!!" Three days later, a solemn and painful funeral was held. There was no body. Only that small piece of cloth was placed in the black crystal coffin.

Jenna was dumbfounded. "You… You were reborn too?" I pressed my lips together, answering, "Yeah. Maybe the universe noticed how unjustly I died, so it gave me a second chance at life. Jenna, in this life, you're going to face the consequences of your greed." With that, I hung up. On the live stream, Jenna was so devastated she couldn't even cry anymore. As Keith wasn't the type to be merciful, he pinned Jenna to the ground and punched her face repeatedly.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.