Chronicles Of The Dead Novels & Stories

It feels like a permanent execution of his bloodline alliance, a raw wound festering deeper than any scar he received on the northern frontier. Jone reaches deeper into the chest, his silver eyes flashing as his large palm brushes against a thick, leather-bound volume settled beneath the scrolls. A small piece of parchment is affixed to the hide cover. "Read the chronicles of my beast," Jone reads aloud, his throat tight as he deciphers Michael's low, scratching script. "For my fated omega."

"You've fulfilled your end of the bargain. Now we fulfill ours." Triarch Vex produces a leather-bound tome from beneath his robes—ancient, the pages yellowed with age, the cover etched with symbols that hurt to look at directly. "This," he says, "is the Chronicle of the Deep. It contains everything we know about the Core Sea and those who've attempted to reach its depths. Most importantly, it contains the ritual words necessary to approach Arkenox without being unmade." Kael takes the book reverently. "How many have succeeded?"

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

The threads of the twilight Dark became tighter. The next moment, he sent a Call along these black magic veins. Just one short burst of energy. Just one pulse beat. None of the living beings understood what had happened. No one saw the eyes of four thousand dead buried in steel coffins flash blood-red. And the eyes of thousands more buried without any precautions. A thick layer of earth and soft grass muffled their loud howl tearing the Dark. Then, the dead became quiet again, and the crimson light went out, as if it had never been.

I asked cautiously. "Disappeared somewhere. We captured this chalice during the battle three years ago." "Then what is the function of the other chalice?" I continued to dig for answers from Chaz. He looked surprised for a moment. "You're so curious, aren't you? "Chaz raised one eyebrow. "Of course we're curious. Why don't you ever know about those chalices? Even though we are also Hunters. Chaz took a deep breath. "The second chalice has a main carving in the shape of a woman. Anyone who drinks blood from that chalice will return to youth even if they are hundreds of years old. Then..."

There was a loud roar from the earth until dead corpses emerged out. "She summoned the dead?" Ayla questions with a voice of startlement. I too was stunned by the sight of the rotten fleshes surfacing out of the earth. Their eyes were glowing an odd blue, teeth strangely sharp as they snarled and snapped their jaws. "What the bloody fuck?" Ares mind-links, utterly confused at what he was witnessing. I was about to answer him when the snarling dead came barreling towards us. With the darkened sky, the only visible thing we could really see were their glowing eyes and snarling teeth.

When it spoke, its voice carried the weight of eons. "Selene of the Eclipse Covenant," it announced formally. "I am Chronicle, Keeper of Supernatural Records. We have come to evaluate what you have created here." "Evaluate for what purpose?" I asked, stepping forward to meet them at the base of the temple steps. "To determine whether your confederation represents evolution or dangerous deviation from established supernatural law." Chronicle's crystalline features shifted to reflect moments from what I recognized as Eclipse Covenant history some showing cooperation and healing, others revealing the forced unity that had led to their destruction.

Death had become a safe haven for those who fought and life had become a cage for those doomed to repeat it. The putrid battle began with death, the foul and rotten death of a young woman named Lilly. Her life was a salvation and a ray of hope for one young immortal, the one who began pure but became dark. His heart blackened by the pain of loss, his soul darkening with hatred of the one responsible. The head off all gods was not what the creator had intended, his power and will darkening from greed. Chronos was the head off all life and all death, he and his kin destined to rule all and preserve all. But this was not the case, Chronos’ heart blackened and his spirit turned sour. He was neit

(DARK TRUTH UNDER THE LIES) “LIFE, DEATH, AND REINCARNATION. EVERY ONE OF YOU ALREADY PLAYED THAT ROLE AND WENT THROUGH THAT PHASE. NOW IN THIS LOOP AND THE DECISIVE 6TH, I PRESENT TO YOU THE BEGINNING, TAKING MYSELF IN THIS GAME AS THE WITCH. TIMEKEEPER AND HOLDER OF SPACE AND DIMENSION, YOUR MISTRESS AND MASTER, HIGHEST WITCH, HOLIC OF THE CHRONICLE CHIE.”