Dead Cupid Novels & Stories

"Sean, that sleazy narcissist, doesn't even compare to you. Chad, believe in yourself! "Mind you, I'm a paid member. I command you to hurry up!" Hunger surged through me as I scanned their lewd comments. My succubus instincts stirred. "Chad, here's a secret." I licked my lips. "I'm not fully human. I'm a succubus. "That means that no matter what you do to me, however rough, I won't get hurt. It'll only excite me. "If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…"

Caldaur said laughing his way He took a deep breath letting the cold of his anger stop any stupid chatter, asshole was trying to b**e him he would not give him a thing “look at you you’re a tomb are you? Not gonna give me a thing huh? I dont need anything from you dius your halfbreed will be found one way or another but your death... that i have had planned for too long to stop now, I'd say it will be a very grand affair indeed” Caldaur said as something sprayed on his face and all he saw was black.................

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

Too many horrors, too many paths. She turned to Kofi. “You said you’ve seen the dead walk. That wasn’t a story, was it?” His eyes met hers, and for once his usual swagger dimmed. “I’ve seen it, girl. A man I knew, eyes rolled white, bones twistin’ like a puppet. Voodoo. It kills, and worse, it keeps things walkin’ after they should stay buried. I swore I’d never stand near it again.” He puffed smoke, shaking his head. “Lucian wants to dig that grave; let him. He won’t like what he wakes.”

I muttered, turning away from him to head back inside before I lost my resolve and just kicked Matt's butt for fun. -- MATT Watching couples express their love for each other in a thousand different ways was mortifying. The horror of seeing two individuals doing stupid things for the sake of the other was as horrible as watching a person hang himself to death. I am not Cupid. I have a heart as hard as a rock, which was the best thing about being the Death Reaper. I used to be human and died on my twenty-third birthday. I, too, had been a victim of Cupid and would have had a happy ending if I had lived longer.

“Son of the underworld, curse and forever will walk unto this world as a living death. I the death reaper, but this world’s existing hunter, but the very devil in disguise, Arius, held you now, as my familiar.” Waving his weapon and the very scythe that witness everything from this very world undo for the past six, and now unto its final seventh rule. HE draws a sinister smile as he swiftly draws it down ripping her clothes in half and perfectly in an instant. “Well then.” Licking his lips as another kind of lust, greed, and sinister tone is marking unto his crimson mix of a sunset-like pair of eyes. Misha’s eyes dim within their usual purple one, as she snaps out from her trance, yet not en

I try to break out of its hold, but instantly go still when its finger finds the line behind my spinal cord. It was sent for me; it was sent to kill me. It knows who I am, what I am, and how to easily end me. I blink back tears and remain frozen as it pries its sharp nail on the pathway that leads to my Forsoul. I'm struggling to breathe now. I have only one weak spot, and it knows the exact spot that serves as my blind spot. Darius wants me dead, but why? I'm battling with my dilemma when the Cinderwight suddenly lets out a loud screech just before its lifeless body falls on me, with its heart right beside us on the floor.

The surrounding cultivators and zombies were all squeezed out of this space. Therefore, within an area of about one acre, only Caspian and Dumb Fidas were left. Dumb Fidas forced a smile and said to Caspian, "You can't kill me." "I don't intend to change my surname." Caspian had no expression on his face and slashed out with his saber. " Sword intent of extreme anger!" The blood-red saber radiance flashed in the air. Dumb Fidas's body glowed with white light, and his body flew backward again. With a bang, he hit the inner wall of the Water Shade hard, causing a great shock.