Dead Toriel Novels & Stories

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

But wanting her for myself had not been something I acknowledged until now. For years, I had built my whole life around Elisa's memory. I had convinced myself that moving forward would somehow betray what I had lost, but perhaps the real betrayal was punishing myself forever for wanting to live again. Keeping myself trapped in grief didn't honor Elisa. It only kept me trapped. A knock finally interrupted my thoughts. Kaelan entered and closed the door behind him. "You should hear this now, my lord." "Speak." “One of the fortress guards. Torren, from the eastern watch, was seen lingering near the East Tower on multiple occasions over the past week. He had no assignment there, and when the oth

"When this is over, you are going to owe me, don't forget!" Soral nods barely registering the meaning beneath Yori's words. "My cottage, please hurry!" Soral is unaware of the second pair of gazes that watch him from a distance. Dark eyes that bore cold depravity. He is waiting. Lurking__ * * "Tyr, who did this to you?!" Rene cries. "He's unable to speak, he has been poisoned by excessive deadly pheromones!" Soral crushes the herb rapidly and Rene tilts Tyr's head, parting his lips open so that the medicine can drain down his throat.

Lautari pleaded. “Jessica, no!” Wynn shouted as he watched her run into the spell wall. Torvald laughed evilly before snapping Lestat’s neck and letting him fall to the ground. “Nooo!” Jessica cried out and fell next to Lestat’s dead body, feeling her heart break into pieces. Lautari stood there in shock unable to grasp that her only son just died at the hands of Torvald. “That will teach you to never betray me again,” Torvald said and scooped Jessica up before speeding off, Wynn speeding into the spell wall to save Jessica.

He had no love nor caring for them. “It has already been written. You will leave and they will let you.” With that the Norn disappeared as she clasped the last section of gleipner and Fenrir changed back to his wolf. “Here.” Tamara caught a small vial tossed at her from Odin. “Drink it human, your life expectancy is short. We will need longer.” Tamara reached down and picked up the blade that stopped glowing. She dropped the vial. “I don’t trust anything you hand me. I have ways.” She told him and Fenrir changed size and told her to climb on to him.

Raphael and Tory also had a flame once, he was so in love with her but when she told him no after finding out she had started dating someone else after waiting for a close to a year he was heartbroken and angry at her, but he was happy to see her again after along time. “When did you get back to town?” Tory who knew Raph was two years above in college asks. “Today, I was home when my friend came to tell me that he saw a goddess on his way home today and after describing her I knew it was you, we where just heading to your place” “Really?“ Tory smiles recognizing the guy standing close to Raphael as the guy who helped pay for her Transport back home from school. “Hi, my name is Enzol” he quic

“Long, the Sacred Dragon, guards the Eastern Column.” The next tile’s engraving depicted something that looked like a tiger crossed with a lizard. “Lan, the Haunter of the Wastes, guards the Western Column.” The next was a turtle of some kind. “Quy,” Mr. Trung whispered, “who guards the Northern Column.” The last looked like an eagle or vulture. “And Phung, the Sky Hunter, guards the Southern Column.” Mr. Trung looked up at us, face too somber for a summer morning at a community yard sale. “The object of the game, Master Kevin, is to reach enlightenment, the Gateway to Understanding. That is what a player hopes to win.”

Not for him, For her. Kael stumbled His form flickered, The mirror shattered, And behind him the real Kael appeared, Small. Hollow, Human. He dropped to his knees. “I didn’t know how to love you,” he said. “So I destroyed you instead.” Liora’s crown sealed itself, The crack closed, Not by power By closure. She reached out, Touched his forehead And whispered: “Then let this be your end.” Kael smiled through tears, And crumbled into light, The sky unbent. Nightwind returned. Whole. Alive. Breathing, Sera collapsed into tears, Auren ran to Liora, caught her before she fell.

"No! You can come after me, my kingdom! But you will NEVER come after my mate again!" With one final leap, I latch onto his neck. He's screaming as my teeth sink into his carotid. With one final rip, his head is disconnected from his shoulders and hangs from my mouth. I spit him out in disgust. Goddess! He tastes as disgusting and vile as he lived! Torrance flies in, transitioning back into his human form as I do. His eyes widen in shock as he sees all the blood covering my entire body. "Don't worry. None of it is mine. I need you to bury each individual piece of him among the ends of the earth. He will never come back again. Not while I'm alive."

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been