Death Parade End Novels & Stories

I know i can count on you, my brave princess. This is the point where I say don't trust anyone, not even the people that hung around mamá and papà. Trust yourself. There's a safe box in.......... And that was were it came to an end. "He knew he was going to die that day" i whispered to myself. This place was scattered cause he was probably looking for something that'd be of aid to me, Martina and mamá but unfortunately she died too. He stopped writing and also signed in the time cause that was when the invaders came in.

He then patted my shoulder and left. I walked over to the living room, trembling violently. I then caressed my mother's cold face, sobbing uncontrollably. Three days later, I organized a funeral for Mom. Even though there'd been a lot of discussion and scandal surrounding Mom after her food killed my exes, death was still a serious matter at the end of the day. Many people still attended Mom's funeral. I stood at the entrance of the funeral parlor, mechanically greeting each guest even as utter despair filled my heart.

Mid-morning came quickly with sounds of death and mourning. Adolph’s men gathered the bodies of the fallen to be burned and packaged their personal effects to return to their families. The death toll for the werewolf kingdom wasn’t as large as it had been. The vampires who had not been slain surrendered easily, staring at Eden’s dead body as it was hauled onto the pyre.

By the time we reached the end of the tunnel, we numbered 42. I try not to think of all the bodies we lost during the evacuation of Segundus’ lab. So many had never awakened when released from the pods--and there had been hundreds of them. Drakes, drakaina, and some little more than hatchlings. Watching them die as they took their first free breaths in decades is a memory I will torment me for all the remaining moments of my life. There were more bodies on the ground than walked out of that room. I have been fighting this battle against the Imperium for the last four decades but on that day less than a week ago, I saw worse things that I had seen in all the years that preceded it.

All three hundred warriors that came here with Cornelia, both wolves and humans, are dead, burned to ashes. It’s like they died the same way Cornelia did. But that’s not important anymore. What matters is that it’s all over. The threat is gone. The war is over after just one short battle. It’s time to deal with the aftermath.

“Either you let me control the corrupted wolves or you kill them yourself. Either way, Shepherd genetics get selected for or against. We won both outcomes.” My sons are watching wolves die around them with devastation in their eyes. “Mama, you have to stop,” Marcus begs. “Please, there has to be another way.” But there isn’t another way and we all know it, we’re past the point of stopping. The purge continues and the death toll rises. Hundreds of wolves dead or dying. The survivors emerged with pure bloodlines and looked at me with mixed gratitude and horror because I saved them by killing others. When it finally ends, when the last wolf either dies or stabilizes, I’m standing in a battlefie

"Yes, Luke. I'm throwing you away now. From now on, you can stay exactly where you belong and spend the rest of your life regretting how you betrayed me and destroyed everything." "No, Bianca! You can't do this to me! Come back!" He cried out desperately and slammed his hands against the glass. The guards immediately restrained him. I stood, smoothed the wrinkles from my shirt, then turned and walked away without looking back. Outside, the sunlight was almost blinding. I looked up. Clouds drifted slowly across the blue sky. Ramond was dead, and Luke's life was destroyed. Their so-called happy family of three had been nothing more than an illusion built on lies and betrayal.

"Assist the humans out. Lead them to Neela, they'll tend to the wounded" They bowed and left. We did a thorough sweep through the whole facility and the individual bunkers. There wasn't any kidnapped human remaining in the building. Darwin's Vampires, the rogues under his control, also his half-breeds were all dead. Nothing was left of their base. We got out and the Witches did the honours, turning the place into a pile of ash. "What will happen to the humans now? I mean they kinda know alot" Cole met up with us.

LOGAN – One year later. Today it was a year ago that the war was over, but not without many losses, including our unborn daughter and my childhood friend. In total, we had lost 1273 lives that day. Some packs had chosen to bring the dead ones home to bury after their pack tradition. Others had said yes to having the dead buried here in our cemetery. Our little girl had been buried at the royal wing of the cemetery, and so had Luca. We had gone there as the last ones to have her buried, thinking that it would have been more quiet. But we were surprised to see many wolves from our pack and the remaining packs come to say their goodbyes.

Claire stared at her—rage fading to pity. Then guards burst in. Elodie was hauled away, screaming, “You’ll never belong! No matter how much they thank you!” Claire turned to the nearest soldier. “Find Graves.” “We already have,” he said grimly. “Dead. Poisoned by his own strain.” --- Hours later, Claire stood in the wreckage of the eastern wing. Jasper approached, cuts on his forearms, soot in his hair. “Thirty-seven evacuated. No casualties.” Claire nodded. “We got lucky.”