Novel & Cerita Death Mote New World

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

The dark stain of my curse peeked out from the hem of my gloves. With a deep breath, I gathered myself. Today, I had to face them—not just my pack but others from neighbouring territories, each one curious or fearful of the Luna of Death. I exited my quarters, a dark spectre in the hauntingly silent corridor, and made my way to the clearing where Father's body awaited its final rest.

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

Reina continued, "Well, when a human dies, his soul travels to the underworld. That much we know. However, a darkling's soul doesn't do the same. It appears to vanish out of thin air. What if it doesn't vanish at all? Instead, Moros collects it and uses it to strengthen himself. Daemons feast on spirits, but of course, souls from the underworld are off-limits as they all belong to Hades. That’s the only logical assumption." "It can't be," gasped Noah. "What's wrong, Noah?" worried Maura. "I know what he's trying to do," replied Noah. "Care to enlighten?" scoffed Erika. "Remember how we planned to save Elpis before? We gathered the darkness and sins among mankind to open a portal to Tartarus

The boy looked at the space beside him too, and his fear intensified. “Daddy!” the boy screamed and sprang out of bed. Kill the boy now! “No,” Jason objected. At the door, Tommy struggled against the handle. That was when Jason saw it, red-eyed creatures, no taller than two feet, closing in around the boy. Kill him!

I was certain that I knew this one and leaned towards Rai. "A death God is nearing, we should introduce ourselves," I mumbled softly and prepared to stand. My eyes began to glow at the numerous Kasa-obake (ghosts) that were coming out of the forest. My mother perked up instantly and watched each spirit with a curious gaze. The Death God followed, its red eyes darted around the area. The dark creature had brought its mate with him and the pair approached Rai and I in deep black wispy tendrils. I told Rai to change into Grim as I changed into my black Death mist. I noticed my mother had changed as well and was coming to our sides, my father and his lady friend were nowhere to be seen making me

##1 ##1 Shaina, tell me how Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel was defeated? Tell me how the Undead King died? (Ashg.)

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

Death turned his face towards Moratia and gave a slight nod. I lifted my gaze and looked at Moratia. The Ravens and crows that ripped Mizkeal’s soul away from Kian had long disappeared into the dark portal with his soul. The portal revolved behind Death’s divine yet haunting figure. His face was covered with a skull mask. He turned towards the portal and stretched out his hand towards Moratia. She glanced at me and smiled. “Thank you for everything, Carys,” she said before she turned around and looked into his eyes before placing her hand in his. They walked into the dark portal. Once their figures were engulfed by the darkness, a burst of light shot across the ground, dispersing the ocean’s