Dead Toriel Novels & Stories

I bleed out, taking my last few breaths that will take me away from the man who created Hell on Earth for me, and the only man whom I've ever loved, leaving him forever. My trembling hands splayed against his cheek, tilting his head down for my lips to reach the tip of his nose. One last gesture for old time's sake, I think to myself. My lips linger on his skin for a long moment before I pull away. I smile softly at him, but he doesn't smile back. He's broken, any sense of life has left his eyes, he's empty and hollow. Oh, how cruel life can be. "Goodbye, my love, my tormentor, my broken prince. Goodbye, my Alejandro."

He approached with the careful neutrality of someone who had decided to make contact but was reserving judgment about how the contact would proceed. "You activated the terminal," he said. "Yes," Kael said. "I heard the alarm. Haven't heard that sound in six years." "Six years?" "Last time someone tried to access the terminal who wasn't supposed to." The man paused. "I'm Torren. I used to work as a System engineer before I was blacklisted from Imperial positions." Kael recalibrated immediately. "You understand System infrastructure." "Better than most," Torren said. "I heard you talking about an extraction grid. If there's an active grid under Greyvane, that would explain why nothing grows he

Even when death was greeting her, she could not figure out why Torbert’s moves were able to kill her. He jerked his arm and threw Queen Viper off the cliff. There was no one left in the plaza. Other than the cracked marks on the stone pavements, it was as if no one was ever here. Torbert gave himself a good stretch and continued his sleep under the fig tree. Helen Cole, unable to resist her curiosity, lifted a corner of the curtains. She saw Torbert throwing Queen Viper off the cliff. To say she was shocked was an understatement. Who exactly was Torbert Octavious?

A message passed silently among them and one by one, they disappeared, blending with the white fog. Kieran looked around, suspicion clouding his face. "What's happening?" He asked Torgal. [There is no time. We have to head to Tartarus immediately.] "I have to return to my pack." Kieran objected. "I have to let them know..." [They will know.] Torgal responded. He opened his mouth and a blinding white light shot out, slamming into Kieran. Kieran fell to his knees, and the last thing he saw was the white fog wrapping around him.

Grunt had probably destroyed Darryl's fairy soul and killed him. Oliver did not know that Grunt had failed to kill Darryl, and Darryl had been brought away by one of the twelve fiend Martyrs—Morticia Yves. Oliver quickly gathered thousands of Black Tortoise warriors. Together, they set off in the direction of the cave in the canyon. What? Everyone, including Oliver, Colori Phoenix, and the thousands of Black Tortoise warriors, arrived near the cave a few minutes later. The sight shocked them, leaving them stunned.

“Yeah… not by choice though.” My brows knitted. “What happened?” Torin drew a deep breath. “We heard about an attack on the villages by our eastern borders. Dearon led a few squads sent there…” His hands fisted. “It was a trap. More than a thousand Eudoris warriors waited for us there. They had slaughtered the villagers—innocent omegas, women, and children. We defeated them, but Dearon nearly died. He regained consciousness when the Great Battle had already ended. That was how he learned that his brother was dead, and he had just become an Alpha.”

"I used to hide there when... well, when things were bad at home. I read everything. History, botany, old treaties." ‎ ‎Rhea smiled sadly. "I used to hide in the trees. Kaelen would have to climb up and drag me down for dinner." ‎ ‎She poured the boiling water over the powder I had ground. The steam rose, smelling bitter and earthy. ‎ ‎"Torian hates me," I said softly. ‎ ‎"Torian hates everyone who isn't Rogue," Rhea corrected. "He lost his mate to a Bloodmoon patrol three years ago. He sees them in every shadow."

she laughed sarcastically. "Whatever," I said, closing my eyes. "Good for you." She rolled her eyes and walked away. ********* Elf's POV, It was deep into the night when my eyes opened to the scent that filled my nostrils. I arched my brow and sat up immediately. "Why are you here, Torian?" I asked with a raised brow, and just then he appeared with his human body. "Are you afraid he will get my scent? I have it covered. I'm here to pass a message to you from the Demon King," he said, sitting right on the bed beside me."

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.