Craster Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Just you understand that you're going to die now, and Torrent will join you soon." Crane snorted. "Heh. Well, that explains your confidence… To think that the spiritron vein has grown a consciousness and become willing to serve you…" There was a white flash and Crane exploded into several pieces where he stood, his blood a puff of mist around him. "Ah…" Skyler actually had mixed feelings as she witnessed Crane's death. While shocked at first, she felt a little jaded now as Frank's might was not something she could fathom. Whenever she thought she had seen the limits of Frank's abilities, Frank would suddenly surpass it again, doing something she could not comprehend.

If it came down to a true fight to the death, he was almost certain he would not lose to Thorgan. Scarlett lowered her gaze and asked softly, "Cyrus, you killed so many people. Aren't you afraid you'll be held accountable someday? Killing is still illegal." Her voice lacked strength, but the doubt beneath it was clear. Before today, Scarlett had believed the Frostfall would not last. She believed there was no real apocalypse, that the world would return to normal, and that she would go back to being a shining star. Tonight, after watching more than 100 people die in front of her, that belief fractured.

With her outburst, different Thanis rushed to the scene but before they could get to her, Death got to her first, raising his scythe to take her as she had begged. By Ignas, this wasn't going as planned. ___ ___ ((Do you think there might be a way for Kestra to wriggle her way out of this one or is it time to finally say goodbye to this bone in the neck.))

@Cristy Tan This is the most amusing episode of Live Suicide. I find it hard to believe someone suggested they are cannibals because and think they consume human flesh after they've died at Live Suicide. Hahaha. Our Suicider even considered tonight that he would sell his body organs and resell them to syndicates in order for Adrastos to get financial compensation. @Patricia Velarde

"Cassian is dead. Gryfyn broke his neck this morning." Lyra’s eyes went completely wide with horror, her breath hitching in her throat. "He... he killed a senior elder?" "He killed him because Cassian laid his hands on me," I said flatly, my hazel eyes locking onto hers with an unyielding pressure. "And now Gryfyn is riding south with three hundred war wolves to burn Castle Lynx to the ground." Lyra let out a sharp, terrified gasp, staggering up to her feet. She reached out, her pale, cold hands grabbing my shoulders with frantic strength.

"But because... if I killed you, I'm afraid it would dirty my hands." The light in Lucas's eyes extinguished instantly. He collapsed to the floor like a husk drained of its soul, looking exceptionally ridiculous and desolate in the lightning flashes.

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”

"He died. I was at his funeral." Still, I want to believe he's right, crazy as it is. "And it was a closed casket, was it not?" Headmaster Stroud asks. "Yeah, because he was so... The car accident was so bad." The sound in my ears is rushing. My dad can't be out there in the world walking around. Right? Why would he fake his death? Why would he leave me? It doesn't make any sense. "Why would you say that?" I whisper. "Your father is a powerful man." His lips draw thin. "Very powerful."

I don't understand, Max, it's actually my handwriting, but I would never do such a thing, I shouldn't even have the courage to kill a cockroach to get to a person. "What a disappointment," Max repeated over and over. "what do you mean?" I asked him as I approached him. "You disappoint me, Nish, I trusted you all this time thinking that we would find my murderer and go with what things did we find." "You are the stupidest guy, Max Stuart, for a moment I thought you had changed, but you are the same. How silly I was to listen to this plan. You are doubting me, when I have only done what you have suggested, I cannot believe it. There must be some explanation for this, but I definitely had not

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.