Chronicles Of The Dead Novels & Stories

From the ruins of betrayal rose not just a throne reborn, but a love crowned eternal. Yet even in triumph, sorrow lingered. Darian Crestfall, loyal knight torn between oath and heart, was laid to rest beneath the stones of Black Hollow. Lyra Esthaven, bold warrior cursed by destiny, vanished into the Whispering Forest, her fate left to the winds. Cyrion Duskbane, heir of a fallen kingdom, departed eastward, seeking redemption beyond the Vale’s reach.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

After suffering three miscarriages for the sake of my husband, Xavier Lowe, I started seeing something no one else could—the death countdown hovering in front of people's hearts. The crimson numbers, ticking away in hours, days, and years, were as clear as day. It made my husband's family look at me like I was some kind of monster, especially after I accidentally blurted out the exact time that would later be Xavier's sister's death. At the time, they just laughed it off and didn't think much about it.

Or was she just very far from it? She crawled slowly towards the open coffin and when she was almost close enough, she peeped into it and saw a- No, that was- No, no. She peeped again for a little bit longer to be sure of what she had seen earlier, and indeed it was what she had seen! What the-?! What is this... thing? An animal? A weird creature? A mutant? An animal mutated creature?! Black fog like the miasma following her earlier was coming out of its body and circulating it. It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance.

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

By the time the first grandchild was born—cord thick as rope, wailing loud enough to shake windows—the bloodline had already begun its quiet conquest. Sarah and her husband watch from the afterlife as their descendants populate the world. Dead but not gone, they linger in the spaces between breaths, between heartbeats. The veil is thin where the blood runs strong. Sarah watches as the first grandchild grows—taller, faster, more than any child should be. The boy climbs trees with effortless grace, snaps a wolf's neck with bare hands when it corners him at seven. Her husband exhales—or the ghost of one—against her spectral neck.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

I shut my eyes tight against the onslaught of painful thoughts and allowed the crickets to lull me with their night song. Perhaps I would fall asleep here, in this hot tub, in this cabin completely out in the middle of nowhere. No one would find me until I was good and dead. Ahhh. Death. Would she be mean to me, or would she graciously welcome me to the other side? What the hell was I thinking? Death? I pushed the thought from my head. I breathed deeply as the strong rich smells of the earth and decaying leaves penetrated my senses.

Everyone can hear the silence between them. “The nobles decided to share this little treasure to everyone…” he said, then two guys appeared from the back of the stage while carrying a bag. It took for a moment until they opened the three bags and everyone was shocked from what they saw. “What is this?” “Wait…is this for real?” ‘They’re not joking right?” Everyone gasped as they saw three dead bodies in front of them. “Two of them are from last year’s goods, while the other one is a fresh student from Murray Building and was killed just this morning,” he said, which makes everyone speechless.