Death Parade End Novels & Stories

But this was neither the time nor place for it. I understood, so I nodded. He pulled me up, and I took a better look around. Most of the vampires were gone. They desiccated and withered away as soon as they died, so the battlefield was less crowded, except for our fallen warriors; their blood leaked into the ground and turned the field red.

How come this happen? Valentine let out a loud sob as the light in the eyes of Christine Romero diminished and after a few seconds vanished completely. Her body sprawled in bed and eyes closed on their own. Like beautiful poetry, she came to an end but raised a devil from her ashes. The innocence in him withered just like the last flicker of a candle and then extinguished forever. In the end, Italian men managed to overpower the Russians. They won the war, but at what cost? Their eyes were about to weep at the funeral of the century. 829 bodies will be cremated together to achieve peace in the afterlife.

I rushed to embrace her in my arms. "I am sorry baby, you had to go through so much because of mommy. I am so sorry baby. You are a very brave child. Mommy is so proud of you." I hugged Emma tightly and cried. I cannot believe everything is over. Adriano is dead, Dante is dead and now I have peace for the rest of my life. I feel like I am finally free from the pain that was getting inflicted on me for so many years. Finally. I thanked God. I hugged Emma even tighter and we both cried a little.

We don't risk running because we know we're close, and we need to be on guard. We finally leave the forest behind and hit the outer edge of Denver. The majority of the city is demolished, but there's a clear path that's been used, and we follow it. Broken glass from the destroyed buildings catches the fading light and sparkles, making the quiet city appear even more abnormal with the glittering light. It's still hard to comprehend the destruction that brought us to this point. Over two million people died in Denver at the beginning of the hellhound war. The smell of death is long gone but here and there, I catch sight of skeletal remains. When millions die, and others are fighting for their

she asked softly, eyes still moving over the page. “Bred and killed, most likely,” Markel said. His voice was dark. “That is not what we stand for here.” “I’ve only confirmed about thirty,” Calder admitted. “Twenty-two were dead. Six found some kind of peace. In their own way. Two were still captive when I found them. They told me names were changed. Records erased. It’s unlikely I’ll ever know the full truth. They all remembered where they came from. But they said it was too late to go back.”

But fortunately, a shred of reason remained in me. I did not hesitate. I did not turn back. Sitting in my car, replaying the piercing scenes from tonight, I trembled uncontrollably. I pulled out my phone and still sent that message I had contemplated for so long. [Clara, starting today, let’s part on good terms.] Before pressing send, I could not help recalling everything that had happened between us over the past five years. But everything ended today. The message failed to send. A glaring exclamation mark appeared.

When he opened his eyes again to see the ruined Williams Village, he broke out in cold sweat. He wondered whether he could have survived such a fierce battle. What surprised him even more was the tremendous sacrifices made by Lord Second and Lord Fifth! "Help me..." Suddenly, a white-haired elder stumbled toward Chad but collapsed and died after only a few steps. Chad only glanced at him, knowing he was beyond saving. People who died from blood depletion had even their spirits dissipate, leaving no chance of survival. The remaining survivors in Williams Village were all in the same state; none would live past a day.

No mercy remained inside his eyes anymore. Only destruction. The battlefield realized it too late. Eros moved through enemy soldiers like death itself descended upon the mountains personally. Bones shattered beneath brutal force. Blood painted snow black while screams echoed endlessly through the storm. No strategy remained. No mercy. Only slaughter. Lealla watched through blurred vision while tears slid silently down her face. Every death carried grief inside it now. Because this monster existed only because he loved her. The war ended within minutes. Not victory. Massacre. The surviving enemy soldiers fled into the mountains screaming stories about silver eyed death chasing them through th

The camp woke slowly the next morning, the survivors moving like ghosts through the gray dawn. Elif walked among the wounded, offering what comfort she could, her hands stained with blood that was not her own. She had lost too many. The numbers echoed in her head like a death knell: seven hundred had marched south, and now barely three hundred remained capable of fighting. The rest were dead or dying, scattered across the mountain pass where Liesel's creatures had torn through them.

It will be a… war. They were definitely dead. The powerful stench of death and doom war erupted from their army, darker than the gloom over any graveyard. I could sense it even from the sky. But even if they were dead, I mustn’t forget what they could do. My grandfather and grandmother and half of the ultima population were wiped off because of them and now the army of the dead was in front of me. Amor and others were far away from the army of dead ultimas but not for too long. I expected to face them one day. I knew they would be the first major attack from Derek now that I had taken away the vampire’s support from his side.