Cthulhu: Death May Die Unspeakable Box Novels & Stories

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

"I’ve lived ten lives, Julian. I’m done being afraid of the truth. I’m going to kill the man who started this, and then... you and I are going to have a very long talk." ​We walked toward the green light. But as we reached the door, it didn't open. Instead, a voice whispered from the walls themselves. ​"To enter the Altar, the Scythe must be fed," Silas’s voice echoed. "But not with blood. With a sacrifice of the heart." ​The floor beneath Julian began to sink. ​"Elowen!" he shouted, reaching for me. ​A wall of solid stone slammed down between us, cutting off his voice. I was alone in front of the door.

“Nikita, please just tell us what’s going on.” My heart pounded against my ribcage, a desperate drum trying to keep time against the tide of chaos threatening to overtake me. I took a breath, steadying the tremor in my hands, and when I spoke, the words felt like stones sinking into the abyss. “As you all know, I died...” I forced myself to continue. “...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.”

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

Maya could feel the energy emanating from the pool, a comforting warmth that soothed her frayed nerves. Professor Thorne, taking a deep breath, held out the key. "Xol'thul's taint is strong, Maya. Be prepared for resistance." Maya dipped the key into the pool. A blinding white light engulfed them, followed by a deafening screech of pure malice.The key writhed and pulsated, the faint darkness within it swirling violently. Images flashed before Maya's eyes – grotesque entities, whispers of oblivion, and Xol'thul's fury. It was a harrowing glimpse into the entity's prison, a testament to its malevolent power.

The ashes of the beasts gross him out as he rid all its traces on his body. Even if showered himself with a sanitizer, Klauss felt the feeling of committing suicide just to get rid of the ashes and possible diseases that he gets from it. For a vampire that only one weapon can kill, Klauss is a dramatic vampire that ever existed. He's a complete neat freak. "I don't like this. Why does she have to be human?" Mort uttered beneath his lip as he eyed the girl standing next to his father. His deep gaze traces down from her face down to her reddish-pink plump lips.

I had figured that demons were more isolated creatures and it only made me more curious about them. The room was massive in a rectangular shape to fit the table and filled with numerous paintings and art, all different depictions of the underworld. Some had gore and torture painted, another one appeared to be of Adam and Eve and the serpent that convinced them to eat the forbidden fruit, the largest of the paintings was on the longest wall of the room and it looked to be of a war. Men with iron swords and shields clanging against each other and lightning bolts striking numerous fighters, the sight gave me goosebumps as I realized I was looking at a painting of Zeus and his brothers.

When he already put the heart inside the box, the guy holding it secure the box by locking it then left. He looked again to the guy lying on the ground. “Clean my mess,” he ordered his men while looking so happy. “Yes sir!” all of his men chorused in answering. He walked towards his seat and got the notebook on his desk. He then walked again to the place where Vincent died. He slowly let his fingers cross to the blood on the floor. He smelled it first then used his blood to mark “X” on Vincent’s face on his list. “Vincent Finesse… dead,” he said while smiling then he licked his fingertips. He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body.

Death tells him "Who's that?" He asks "Can I go?" I ask tiredly "It's me, and yeah, your little friend is in your room," Death says "My little friend," "The werewolf," he says At his words, I take off running past him and quickly up the stairs in record time before bursting into my room where she was sitting on my bed covering her ears. "What is with the screaming?" She asks "Sorry," I say before sticking my head out of the door, "Death can we go in your room?!" I ask him

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]