Deadly Illusion Novels & Stories

I worked myself to the bone every month so she could do what she loved, yet she went and staged an electrocution to kill me. The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. I stared at Felicia with hatred as she took my bank card before making a call. "Please… Help me… My husband accidentally got electrocuted. I need to arrange a funeral," she said, pretending to cry.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

Death and I asked at the same time before glaring at each other, but the goddesses seemed to gush over the dumb moment "Your staring," Death says "I was just wondering to myself how someone could possibly be so ugly," I lied, narrowing my eyes at him It was those stupid eyes He chuckled, "And yet you just admitted it was my eyes," He can read my mind? My lips purse as my cheeks heat up and I look away as I swim in between Hera and Demeter, "Telling me you could read my thoughts should have happened at the beginning, like when you met me. Have you ever heard of privacy?" I asked but cut him off before he said anything, "Oh, of course not because you were standing in my fucking mirror while I

The moonlight shone through the windows onto the bed where I lay, outlining the silhouette of my figure. "Ava! What the heck are you playing at now? How dare you go to sleep without caring about your child! How do you even call yourself a mother?" Without waiting for an answer from me, he then put Tina down and told her to sleep next to me. "I had known all along that she was a useless Luna and a terrible mother. She doesn't deserve to be one. Go to sleep now, Tina." My spirit floated before his eyes. I screamed as loudly as I could. "Lucas, I'm already dead! Why won't you take care of Tina? She can't sleep with a corpse! She'll get a shock!"

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

Pushing aside the pain, she asked me tearfully, “Does this make you feel better? Will it make you stay?” The wounds were very deep. But Ivy had died in the cruel summer heat, and Peter had died in pain from his illness. They had suffered no less than Alyse was suffering right at this moment. I heard myself say coldly, “No. You should die for your sins.” Alyse closed her beautiful eyes, and tears streamed down her face. When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood.

Julian’s hands around my throat. “No—no—” I gasped, clutching at my head, desperate to force them away. Draken’s voice whispered through the visions. “Shadows lie. Shadows corrupt. They will turn every love into hatred, every hope into despair. And still you must stand.” The illusions grew worse, a tide of madness. I saw myself alone in the forest, torn apart by unseen beasts, Lyra walking away arm in arm with another. I saw my own hands drenched in blood, my father’s crown on my head, the bodies of my people piled at my feet.

Whether it was fear or a desperate rebellion against fate, he wasn't sure. "We'll use illusion powder," he concluded. Illusion powder, also known as poisonous mushroom powder, was deadly in large doses. But if used carefully, it could induce discomfort, nausea, or hallucinations. With the right medical attention, those affected would recover.

Death smiled and cocked his head to the side. He'd known this day would come. He'd been patiently waiting for it. “You are correct, my son. I am Mortem.” He paused, watching the confusion spread across the half-dead man's face. “But I am not here to give you what you crave.” “You are Solis, the Sun. You will give life to everything on Earth, and you will also take life away.” Before Solis could protest, his body burst into flames. His human body burned. His soul died.