Deadly Illusion Novels & Stories

During the thirty years I was Eric's mate, he was recognized throughout the pack as the perfect partner. It wasn't until a shewolf appeared at his funeral with a will that everything came undone. "Eric left a will before he died. Everything under his name belongs to me!" Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were filled with jealousy as she glared at me. "He forbade me from appearing in front of you while he was alive. "But so what? He gave his entire inheritance to me! I'm the one he truly loved!" Every word of the will was filled with Eric's deep remorse and desire to make amends to the shewolf. It was as if the thirty years we had spent together had all been a figment of my imagination

A blinding, suffocating dark haze violently clouded his entire vision, entirely replacing the terrifying hyper-lucidity with a deeply lethal, highly toxic delirium. He violently collapsed completely backward entirely into the freezing, deep sludge. He didn't actively possess the microscopic strength to completely fight it anymore. The empire was entirely ashes. As the terrifying, freezing black sludge violently filled his actively bleeding mouth, the complete, absolute darkness finally, violently swallowed the legendary Devil of Dalal Street entirely whole.

At this time, even the Emperor-level disciples could not help but change their expressions. Illusory Undead, compared to these Bone Undead, although their levels were similar, they were even more difficult to deal with. This was because these guys could not be killed at all. Moreover, any undead with an illusory body would all carry a natural soul roar. Once it was released, it would cause serious injuries to the souls of living creatures.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

An evil eye that brought a spear, in death will seek the blood of wickedness and a drop of tear lies the hell of your death. A verse yet to see, read it aloud, and there it comes to a death angel who will claim your soul. Count one to three don’t dare to see a tempting hunger yet to be. For gluttony is there for you to seek. A mouth of death you will end up being. Deadly sin is upon your way and the only thing for you to live a camera she treasures so dearly. Don’t dare steal anything you want and see, for that hand of yours will surely drag you down in an endless pit. A pit of nothingness where your deepest fear aside and in the end, you will desire to die.

Her clothes were nowhere to be seen. She stared in the mirror again, doubts clouding her mind. Whatever happened last night—or rather, this morning—couldn’t be allowed to happen again. She was ready to play the role of a vulnerable good girl to lull her captor into a false sense of security, but play was the key word. Only an utter fool would make herself truly powerless and vulnerable with a man like Eton Domino. ..............

The Ghost. My jaw clenched, a low, savage pulse of possession throbbing deep in my gut. For a year, I had believed I was holding a delicate, bruised songbird in a velvet cage. I had spent countless nights lying awake beside her, holding my breath, terrified that my darkness, my brutal corporate lifestyle, would shatter her. And all the while, she had been a phantom. A lethal, beautiful monster hiding behind soft smiles and trembling hands. The heavy steel security door at the end of the bunker corridor let out a sharp, pneumatic hiss as the multi-bolt deadbolts unlocked.

Cancer. Within my mind the word resounded with relentless hollowness. The information remained untold to her by me. How could I? What words do you use when facing your mother to communicate her impending death? An element within my consciousness yearned to accept the possibility that medical professionals had made an error in their diagnosis. The test results might have been confused with others or another reason existed for her health deterioration. The fundamental reality remained evident to my innermost consciousness. The truth emerged as a monstrous entity brandishing claws which shredded the final pieces of hope I desperately clung to.

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

Killian pinched the bridge of his nose, pacing the room. “So there really weren’t any wolves?” I asked and she nodded. “Your fears invoked them.” I closed my eyes in both embarrassment and dread. When the oracle asked about my awakening the other day, I thought little it as I assumed my dreams were enough for a hybrid but now, this. What kind of awakening brought my fears to life? Was this a gift or a curse? “Illusion,” Killian muttered. “It sounds dangerous.” “It is,” Victoria said. “If you are not careful, you can be sucked into the illusions your mind creates and it – well – it is capable of destroying a person’s mind.”