Cthulhu: Death May Die Unspeakable Box Novels & Stories

At this moment, Alfie's voice sounded, "This box is a treasure called the Demon's Box. It has divine abilities to absorb and manipulate ghosts, and it is extremely powerful. We must be careful!" In that instant, Alfie's voice echoed in Adrian’s head, "This box is a treasure known as the Demon's Box. It possesses divine abilities to absorb and manipulate ghosts, and it is immensely powerful. We have to exercise caution.” Lamar chimed in on the telepathic communication, "These individuals from Scarlet Summit are brazen. They dare to cast spells openly while we're present. Are they simply disregarding our presence? Damn it, we have to demonstrate our strength!"

Sebastian explains and looking toward the direction of the coast “Since it’s soulless. Will it die? How can we kill it?” Tian Xiulan asked the key question. Killing the being without a soul is tricky because as long as their bodily functions are still working or it's not entirely annihilated, especially the husk of the powerful being such as Cthulhu that is immune to any attack that can’t affect reality. Sebastian looked at Tian Xiulan and elegantly bowed toward her as he answered.

screamed Anthony, terrified, “you need to see this.” Hansly and Dmitri ran to a room around the corner of the hallway to see the rest of the men gathered inside a large study. It was the smell that caught Dmitri first. A thick, unbreathable stench of death filled his nostrils which closed his throat and his eyes stung. He made his way into the study and knew that this memory would be burnt into his brain for as long as he breathed. Headless torsos stripped of most of their flesh hung on the walls along with decaying arms, legs and heads like trophies, paintings made with blood glued to the walls and even photographs of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and other supernatural beings being torture

--- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO WHERE THE LIGHT FORGOT US “There are places that remember more than we do. And when they speak, they don’t whisper. They take.” It began the moment Alessio opened the second box. No boom. No glow. No cinematic flare. Just silence, so absolute it squeezed the air out of their lungs. The box didn’t creak, didn’t shift. It simply accepted his hand like it had been waiting for it. Inside was nothing dramatic—no relic, no cursed object—just one yellowed piece of folded paper, and a single bullet, dark grey, carved with ancient Moretti script etched into its base. One item. One message. One decision.

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t.” But I was already moving. Slowly, carefully, I pressed my cuffed hand against the lid. The silver sizzled, the fire in my palm flared and the box clicked open. Inside lay a chain. Not silver. Not iron. Something darker. The links were slender, black as obsidian, yet each shimmered with faint, crimson light as though blood still dripped inside the metal. It was beautiful. Terrible. Alive. Lucian swore, slamming the lid shut so hard sparks flew. He shoved the box into the fire, but the flames only bent away from it, hissing like beaten dogs.

he uttered, pointing at the brown box on the desk "Good night, then" he added before opening the door and walking out, shutting it quietly behind him I moved over to the box and placed my hands on the excessive masking tape that was used to seal it before pulling it all off in one sweep I slowly opened the box and my eyes widened when my nose was hit with a foul smell and when I peered inside the box; my eyes widened even further Right inside the box was a human heart that had turned black from early signs of decaying

He could believe that Caleb would gain the ability to punch above his weight, but punching above his weight while also killing instantly? Caleb smiled faintly in turn. "Yorba Danmel, Tobek Zangief, Zahn Nispark… I will bury you and your friends right here!" Bang! A five foot-long ancient bronze coffin appeared right beside Caleb just then! Clang! The lid on the coffin opened audibly and slowly just then, revealing a darkness within that was no different from the abyss. Yorba, Tobek, Zahn, and their respective patriarchs felt their hearts skipping a beat seeing such an eerie sight, unable to smile…

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

"Whats in it?" "Find out." She opened the box and inside was a bracelet with many different charms. "Damien!" "Like it?" "Of course! It's beautiful!" "There's a charm for different things we like doing together. There's a surfboard, drama masks for our pranks, there's a nice dog there for each time you hear barking and much more. Each one has a meaning." "This was really thoughtful. Thank you." "How about a toast?" "What shall we toast to?"

On it lay an unusual object—a broken piece of obsidian that glowed sickly green and black. As soon as I approached and stood next to it, the whispers became extremely loud, like a buzz in my ears. I reacted spontaneously and touched the relic with my hand. A jolt of electricity surged through me and a vision came to me clear and defined; I saw her, the name Rachel called – Gloria. She was laughing, happily. I thought they said she was dead. I pulled my hand back sharply, choking for air. The whispers died down, and I was on my own in the dark.