Craster Death Novels & Stories

Caser widened his eyes; he laughed like a madman, half of his face ruined, and those sharp teeth made him more terrifying than ever. “It's a weed that I accidentally discovered while trying to grow Blood Clover, I haven't named it yet, but you can call it Die for now. Because once you drink it, your body will contract violently; every cell in the body will also begin to be destroyed, the blood will circulate at a terrifying speed, the heart will crack, and the pressure in the body will decrease, going high, eventually… the body will explode.” Caser said as he described, indeed, at this moment, he was clouded by hatred. I narrowed my eyes at Caser's cruel words before I thought he had changed

"His mistress finally managed to get pregnant some time back. But, when she pleaded with him to spare her, he cut her belly open. Not just her baby, but even her intestines fell out, and she ended up dying on the spot! "When she was dragged out of the dungeon, all she had left was skin and bones. She even carried a foul stench. Just hearing about it made me gag. Then, the female werewolves from the Frosthowl pack disposed of her body in Lake Frostice. "Also, about the Alpha—the werewolves in the Frosthowl pack felt that he was so out of his mind that they deemed him unable to continue holding the position of Alpha. So, they overthrew him.

“This is outrageous! I demand an explanation!” I bit back an eye roll. Of course, he’d posture like this, even when surrounded. The uncle seemed torn between disbelief and barely veiled irritation, his gaze shifting warily to Vad, who looked entirely too pleased to see him squirm. Craster, standing a few feet away, shifted uncomfortably. “I knew I shouldn’t have been part of this,” he muttered, his voice low but audible enough to draw attention. He raised his hands as if absolving himself of any blame. “Just putting it out there—I wanted no part of this mess.”

The fear in his eyes turned into anger. That was right, five years ago, the nation of Tianfu announced the official retirement of the legendary God of Death, M*mned, five years ago. It seemed that the Chosen One, Azrael, retired, but in fact, everyone knew that Azrael M*m had died. He had heard that the God of Death M host had offended someone he shouldn't have. He had been surrounded by the world's top killers, and even several world-class snipers had been sent there.

Death put his arms to his side, and slowly approached Zach. 'He's right about the change. Hundreds of years of stagnation, broken up by human advancements I would have never thought possible.' Death threw a right straight, copying Zach, who managed to mostly dodge it. Unlike the one he threw, this punch was far stronger and cut the right side of his face. He responded by stepping in and sending a right high kick to Death's chin. Death caught the kick but didn't stop him from using his left leg to kick him in the stomach, sending Death back a few inches.

I won't test you anymore! "I won't hang up on you anymore! Don't die on me… You can't die on me like this!" She fell to the ground in paralysis, grabbing the red down jacket that I couldn't put on anymore as she cried her heart out.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

"What? Late-stage stomach cancer?" The coroner nodded and pressed on, "Also, I found absolutely no food residue in his stomach. To put it bluntly, he essentially starved to death." His tone turned severe. "How exactly were you raising this child? If you don't have a good explanation, we'll consider filing child abuse charges against you."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

All because of something far beyond my control. “Kray is dangerous,” Viktor said, sitting across from me. “He didn’t just kill the Luna. He killed the Alpha. Alone. Everyone knew how unstoppable Alpha Alexandra was. People thought he couldn’t die. So tell me, how did Kray kill him without dark magic?” “Dark magic?” I whispered, unable to stop the disbelief. “He was old, Viktor. Not immortal. And if Kray had dark magic, your own spellcasting would’ve reacted. I would’ve felt corruption in him. But there was nothing—”