Dead Toriel Novels & Stories

Torrent replied, chuckling as well. "You're a conceited one, aren't you?" Frank chuckled. "Amusing… But you have my attention now." "Oh, what an honor." Torrent laughed sarcastically. "You might not be aware of the situation, so allow me to enlighten you—I'm Torrent, and I've lived for over three thousand years, being the last cultivator in existence. "As for the power of the spiritron vein that you and your peers wield… I have a better name for it: Ichor."

During the two times Torin had gone feral and vicious, he had killed a lot and their people were victims. Known as the strongest pack in Eryndor, Hollowvale; they had fought hard but the attackers managed to kill a few of them. They were still mourning when they arrived with the news that Torin was dead. Tyler couldn’t receive the proper welcome they had planned to celebrate his arrival with. The curse had not been lifted at the cost of nothing. It had came with its own price. Today, even the wind itself seemed reluctant to speak, brushing only lightly through the tall pines that towered around the pack’s sacred burial grounds.

The bulky rich guy who had kidnapped me and abused me was now chained on a stool looking so frail and so weak like his soul could depart at any moment. A shocked gasp left my lips, and Enzo gently placed me on my feet. "You shouldn't in here," Verzi called out emerging from the shadows, I looked at him for a good second and then shifted my eyes at the very tormented Lorik who was literally hanging by a loose thread. I had no doubt with this one, but the Gream Ripper was already telling him stories of the afterlife. I didn't reply to Verzi, instead, on the hushed steps, I walked towards Lorik and perched myself on a chair that was in front of him. His chest rose and fell slowly, and that was

With the last of her breath, Tori turns to face upwards and feeling her consciousness going away, Wayne hooks his hands with hers, hugging her. “Moon Goddess, is this how this story is really going to end? Please…” Black. Tori Garfield passes away, and soon after, Wayne Wright does too.

The rejection blade. "State your intentions, Beta Tore," Morio said. Tore's hands shook as he reached for the blade. "I... everyone was saying..." "Speak clearly," Morio snapped. "The moon sees everything." "Everyone was saying the curse, Kiera." Tore's words came out fast and scared me. "Three mates died! Three! Silas died in that hunting accident just two weeks after he accepted you. Then David got killed by rogues. And Wesley..." He shook. "Wesley just dropped dead. No reason. Nothing."

Nerissa said it herself, Elliot is a trusted servant of Azazel ever since, he will surely go to the depths of hell because he cannot recover that spell on his one even with Blair's help, after all, he was just a substitute host and a vampire in that matter. "You little tramp!" He screamed, losing himself, whispering things, "Lord Azazel will get angry, he will get angry..." he said not minding Kiera anymore. She was happy, she was able to get Elliot unfocused, now she just needs to get inside and free Juls. "Fuck," Foire said. He also felt that the spell was broken, he looked in Elliot's direction. He is currently on the ground losing his mind. "Guess this is where the fun begins," Solana sa

Lyle was next to her, hands buried in his jacket pockets as he seemed to be struggling with his emotions again. “She went to her mate.” Toril answered before I could. I looked at her in surprise. How did she know? She smiled at me and nodded her head. “It’s part of my skills. You kept your end of the bargain and now I will keep mine.” With a flick of her finger, I felt something cold and electric slice across the air and wrap around my wrist.

She said beaming as thunder rolled above, terrena saw a knife on the ground, gleaming at her, she gripped it, vengeance in her heart as lunged at derora in anger, it impaled itself in her, she stared at me in amusement, "Only an elixtu can kill me child, and with your help they are gone!, I will spare you the pleasures of death, instead you will walk this cursed lands, no one to help, no one to rely on, only you" she said as she disappeared, terra stared in sorrow, she did all this, she caused all this, she failed to notice the obvious,she and jason, there was a reason they were together, it was so obvious now, but it was too late, no more chances, terrena rectir knelt and faced the sky she

Large enough to matter. And the transfer was made to an account in Hong Kong. "Who accessed this?" Valerie demanded. "I don't know," I said. It was true. This was new. In my first life, I never found these accounts. Never saw this history. "Brock was dead two weeks ago," Tatiana whispered. "He couldn't have made that transfer." "Unless he's not dead," Valerie said. "We watched him die. Both of us." "Then someone else has access." Valerie's eyes found mine. "Someone who knows about these accounts."

"...hang them at camp entrances to ward illusions. Be sure to earn the Goddess's favor... as I did." Tears were streaming down Torren's face uncontrollably now. "Elara, please don't leave me." She cupped his cheek briefly. "I'm not leaving you, my love. I've earned this life... it's time I earn the next." With that, her glow faded completely, and she slumped against him, her eyes closing as her breath stilled, peaceful in sacrifice. I pressed my head to Draven's chest as a sob tore from my throat, the loss hitting like a fresh wound.