Cthulhu: Death May Die Unspeakable Box Novels & Stories

I was moving toward the private stairwells leading to the VIP boxes. I breached the door to Box 4, my blade raised, my breath catching in my throat as I stepped into the dark booth. "The Vance data is officially public, Thorne," I rasped through the modulator, my voice cutting through the distant sound of chaos below. "Our alliance just executed its first strike." Silence greeted me. The box was empty. Before I could turn, a massive, solid shadow materialized out of the absolute darkness behind me. A large, heavy hand slammed against the doorframe right next to my head, locking me in place. The scent of rain, expensive tobacco, and pure danger enveloped me instantly.

Not exactly enemies. But they were men who understood that peace was never given. It was bought, or bled for. Matteo lifted the ancient silver case between them. “You know what this is?” Lorenzo nodded. “Umbra Deadlock. Core architecture. Pre-Fall design.” Matteo tapped a code. The box opened. Inside: a smooth obsidian cube, humming with dormant command strands. It didn’t look like power. It looked like finality. Matteo leaned in.

Something smooth and cold. He carefully unearthed it. It was a small, obsidian box, identical to the one that had delivered the first taunting message. But this one was covered in intricate, blood-red runes that seemed to writhe in the twilight. They pulsed with a slow, malevolent rhythm, in direct opposition to the steady silver pulse of the altar stone's crack. It was a canker. A poison sac planted directly in our spiritual heart.

Realizing the situation he slowly shifted back to his human form, glaring at Athena's hologram. “Black magic?” Alpha Axel asked, his face etched with curiosity. “Alpha Axel?” Rachel's mouth fell open as she stared at him. “The spell, it worked,” Davina pointed at Athena's hologram. Her face flickered as a bright smile slowly appeared on her face. “It worked,” she shouted, tightly hugging Hailey. “Spell?” Alpha Axel asked, his face contorted with confusion as he darted his eyes at each of the girls. “It’s popularly known as the revealing death spell, it allows you to know if a person's dead or alive and sometimes it allows you to talk to the dead” Alpha Cole explained squatting near the large

Cat o’ nine tails are used as a punishment for disobeying an order or discipline, these maggots don’t know a thing. “Why the cat?” I fearlessly asked. “Because we have one,” one of them replied. “Mindless creatures,” I muttered. They held me up and pour the bucket of water on me. The water is not just any water but – “Salt,” said one of them. “It goes well with the cat,” he sheepishly said and get the cat. “Get another bucket of saltwater, we need more.” The other werewolf nodded and left the cell with the bucket.

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

“I didn't ask to know either. I didn't know that you didn't know dammit. A few step forward in his direction with looks of anger on their faces as Julia and I step toward him. The conversation quickly ends however when Maximus pops back into the room with a box. He sits the box on top of Xander’s desk as we all walk over to take a look. The vials inside of it glow in an oddly white shade as Morbius drags Adam over. “Is This the box? Is this all of it?” he asked him. Adam nods his head quickly and Morbius releases him as Xander picks up one of the vials to study it. We all look at the box in trepidation knowing what it is. This is the only way that has ever been invented to kill one of us. Th

' Now since the audience is here, let us the cobras present our latest show; the awakening of the snake. Out of blue, the court was filled with white fumes. They were starting to feel dizzy. But the fumes were stopped within a minute. When the air was clear, they saw a huge box in front of them with a letter, 'GIFT TO MEKALA'. Mekala was stumbling but walked towards the box. It was covered with a red cloth. Yuvan and his group went near the box. He touched the cloth, the red die stained his hands. "Its blood..." This petrified the court. He threw the cloth out. Beneath it was a big box. It had deep inscriptions of Serpents. Blood filled the inscriptions and was dripping down. Abhik slowly pu

“How do we kill this psychotic, power-draining, soul-sucking mummy? Like, for good. Ashes-to-ashes, no-sequels kinda deal.” Charlie stared at her. “Did you just ask me how to permanently kill someone who is technically already dead?” She nodded. “I did.” He sighed deeply. “You people are so exhausting.” “I think that’s a yes,” Tora quipped. Chelsea arched a brow. “So... is there a spell? A ritual? Do we need a unicorn horn and three drops of phoenix tears or what?” Charlie waved her off. “No unicorns. They’re prissy and full of themselves.”

However, it was enough to make those who were plagued with guilt feel unsettled. I learned later on that Layla's mother was asking around for information and knowledge about spirits and entities. So, I arranged for someone to give her a talisman. The talisman was coated with a special substance. A person would begin hallucinating if they carried the talisman with them over an extended period. I was hoping Layla's mother would have trouble going to sleep because of the talisman's effects. Perhaps the heavens had learned of what happened to Hazel or Layla's mother had committed way too many sins. She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream!