Death Parade End Novels & Stories

He had been a father who provided, a husband who saved, and a monster who held a gun to a young woman’s head without a single flicker of hesitation. By nightfall, the lingering threads of the conflict begin to dissolve into official paperwork and quiet hospital rooms. News reaches the Reid estate that Carver’s family has reached a final decision at the city medical center. Brain activity in the former lieutenant has ceased entirely following the gunshot wound, and his relatives have agreed to remove life support by midnight. With Carver silent and Adrian gone, the last fragments of the Ghost network collapse into scattered, leaderless factions that David’s men clean up before sunrise. The wa

He pulled me down into his arms and held me against his chest, his chin on top of my head, and I felt the exhale leave him slowly, all the way from somewhere deep. Around us, the survivors began to move. Quiet voices. The sound of the wounded being helped up. Urelycus standing over his son's body, still and silent in a way that had nothing to do with victory. The portal behind us flickered once and then held steady. The war was over. Not clean. Not without cost. Velda was gone. Victor was gone. Uma was gone. The field we were sitting in the middle of was proof enough of everything it had taken to get here.

“Y-You can’t die! Not like this!” “I-It’s over now, Mallory. You’re the one who brought yourself into this m-mess.” Madison said weakly. Farkas came to her to help her to stand up. “T-The battle between immortals has ended. I-It started with you, and will only e-end with you.” Mallory turned to ashes and perished. Just like that, her evilness ended. The superiors won and lived in a safe environment after the inferior leader died.

Now, the moon shone brightly in the sky, and they had to bid farewell to their fallen comrades. The war took a toll on everyone. The death toll increased, and nearly two-thirds of the forces ended up in the hospital across the werewolves' territories. Stefano secured the broken fragments of the Sword of the Doombringer while Adeline and Clavier returned to their realm to get treated. The High Lord of the Daemons' Council stood in the backyard of the Southern Werewolves Pack's pack mansion where Jay's cold corpse was laid on the stretcher. "You saw it, didn't you?" Stefano said.

The day had come, though we all despised the mad trio we could just leave them on the battle field that way and since we don’t know who their son was yet we decided to honor Melissa last wish and bury them beside each other and as per Ms. Smith’s wish of her wanting to give her family a small and intimate funeral everyone agreed, it has been three days since the battle and at the end of it all we were drenched in our own blood, sweat and tears but we know that it was worth for saving the world.

Ulrich announced that he’d likely lay low for a few decades until the memories of the battle weren’t so raw. Amora broke into tears as Dhara announced Nyssa’s death. She and Casimir had died within seconds of one another. Whilst Nyssa met her end blocking a blow meant for Dhara, Casimir succumbed to his injuries at the hands of a corrupt beast trying to attack the stream of families evacuating the city. I was relieved to see Ozul, a thick bandage wrapped around his head and a dazed sort of smile on his face as he sat next to his father, Cielo. Both regarded Lina and I warmly.

and he passed away right into her arms once again " NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" at her laud and sorrowful scream everyone was now looking in her direction **** Claus was holding Zelas hand while the fairies tried their best to heal her but it was too late "we are sorry king of lycans" Zela died " AAHH!" Claus screamed in pain and started crying while caressing her hair **** " You lost Celea" " I won this war" " maybe I should have some more fun" the Devil was looking in the direction where Dereuses children were

Life trying to stand up while death still sat heavily in every corner. Only eight packs remained. That number kept moving through the room like something alive and cruel. Eight packs standing after twenty-two territories had been burned through in two days. Refugees were already filling every available hall, yard, shelter, storage room, and house that could take them. Children who had slept in one pack two nights ago now had no pack at all. Warriors sat on the ground because their Alphas were dead. Elders stared into nothing because their councils had been turned to ash. Mothers held children too tightly. Fathers searched lists that had no mercy. Victory had not fixed any of that. It had onl

He vowed to kill Ferin the same way Ferin killed Lucia. *** The war had ended a few days ago. Ferin and his subordinates disappeared somewhere after declaring a truce because he also lost many of his subordinates. The Appalachia Kingdom is in turmoil. The soldiers had buried soldiers and vampires who died on the battlefield in mass. Carlen only suffered minor injuries. He stared at the door of the room where his parents and twin sister were being treated. This is the situation that saddens him the most. What if only he were alive? He will live his eternal life together with lonely.

We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue. And the tablet in her shop was, as usual, airing news that ruined my mood. The news was talking about the Claude Group. It was a new company and was going strong in the first six months of the year. Now it was in a crisis, and Lauren, the CEO, stepped down. They filed for bankruptcy and started restructuring. I changed the channels. Ah, better. Now it was showing a popular comedy variety show. Laughter came from the screen, and the three of us raised a toast. "To a bright future!"