Dead Toriel Novels & Stories

His voice was gradually fading, and his laughs were the last thing we ever heard as it vanished into thin air. I placed Katie by Tori's side and checked Tori's body. I fear that her wound, or worse, that strange phenomenon on her left arm, might come back again, but thankfully she is still fine, just still unconscious. I turned my head, and in the next split second, I was now kneeling in front of Rori's body. "He's fine now. I can feel that Victor is now Victor," Lucifer stated, assuring me that whatever it was that possessed his body was gone for now. Rori groaned in pain and is now sitting up as he holds his head. He immediately froze and was suddenly tearing up.

Sometimes with help from strangers who believed in what he was doing, who understood that the corruption had to be purged. "There was a moment," Torin said, staring into his tea, "when I was certain I was going to die in a cave in the northern territories. I was trapped with a feral that was twice my size and I was bleeding from three separate wounds. I thought that was it. I thought that was how my story ended." "But you survived," Rylan said. He was leaning forward, his attention completely focused on his brother. "I survived," Torin agreed. "Because the wolf inside me, Aurelia's wolf's distant cousin, I suppose I understood that Kaelen's death meant something only if I lived to prove it.

Landry continues, “Deloni was completely encased in Halona's vines. She suffocated. Grimm pronounced her dead at the scene, as well.” “As for Moros, he never made it back from the other realm. My brother, Hypnos, killed him.” Thanatos says, his face expressionless. I nod. “Castiel got away. There was no sign of him anywhere around there.” “Shit.” Maddy curses. “So, Aria is probably still in danger, right?”

I heard Torian's voice growl into my head in the most hateful way. I shut my teary eyes and opened them again. This time my vision was clearer and I could see his smirk, his lopsided smile of victory while watching me groan deeply in misery. "Torian, you did this to me?" I fumbled as I found it hard to move my lips. "Death awaits you." Just say your last prayer... and guess what? Your mate will be tortured and killed in front of you first before you finally die" he smirked and let out a wild laugh before walking away just before I could say any other thing.

Felt them dying as the power consumed them from within. Dorian's last thought came through clearly: "Read the journal. The final instructions. Trust your grandmother's plan." Then he was gone. And Konstantin with him. Two more deaths I'd caused. Two more sacrifices. At the eastern site, I felt Raven and Elysia succeed. Felt them stumbling away from the explosion of freed souls, badly wounded but alive. At the southern site, I felt Felix. Felt him too small, too young, too weak to contain the feedback alone. Felt him burning.

It wasn't until now that they finally understood: while they had been scheming and plotting, I, the one they thought they had manipulated for years, had actually been the one controlling their fate all along. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, I turned and walked away coldly. Mira followed closely behind me. Later on— I heard that Elora and the others sold everything they had but still couldn't repay their debts. In the end, Torin was killed by rogue wolves, his organs harvested and sold. He died a miserable death in the wilderness. Damon, driven to desperation while hiding from debt collectors, jumped off a cliff. As for Elora, she was sold off and vanished without a trace, as if she had

“Two weeks, Mr. Riego. Kai Deveraux. The Talib Lords. Remove them.” He lifted his fork, stabbed a bite of meat, and chewed like we weren’t talking about destroying empires. My breath caught in my throat. Even though I expected that he would know, it still came as a shock that Torreto would know something that took my security details months to figure out after numerous tailings. And even though I had explained who my enemies were to Silvia, I knew she didn't tell him about them. This was Torreto Moretti, he probably just saw our dealings and conflicts as child's play.

His bones shook with shock. Tears slipped down Toran’s face as his jaw ticked so hard he could feel his teeth ache. "What’s going on? Wh-what..." His voice trailed off at the shrine-like space. He caught sight of the dark mage preparing to drive the blade into the left side of his chest. "Toran!!!" Pericles screamed in terror. "Fuck!!! Toran, stop them! You can’t fucking do this! Why would you kill your father, your sister, and me?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You fucking sicko!… Ahhh!!!"

The air tasted like ozone and ancient magic. Then—suddenly—he said one word. “…Tzareth.” The room stilled. Dorian froze. “He spoke.” But Elias didn’t speak again. Lucian stepped forward cautiously. “Elias? Are you back?” No response. Dorian grit his teeth. “Say something. Anything.” But Elias remained locked in place, the name of the creature he expelled hanging like a curse in the air. Elias collapsed without warning. His knees buckled, the glow in his eyes fading in an instant. He didn’t crumple like someone fainting—he dropped like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

He turned on his heel and melted back into the shadows of the corridor, closing the door behind him without a sound. Left alone once more, Torin stood up and walked over to the narrow window of his study, looking out over the frozen expanse of his territory. The wind was howling, whipping snow across the black stone battlements. He clutched his right hand tightly against his chest, forcing the phantom warmth of the bond down into the darkest, coldest depths of his mind. He would break the spell. He would break her facade. And when he finally proved that her "mate bond" was nothing more than a trick of dark magic, he would send her head back to Silas in a crate of frozen iron.