Death Parade Nona Novels & Stories

Now he uses that memory to track me. "He’s here," I say. My voice is flat as weather. Salvatore’s rhythm breaks. --- The village is made of stones—gray, same color as the sky. Nonna stands in the doorway, not the apron-waving grandmother of my fantasies. She wears black widow’s weeds, cradling a double-barreled shotgun, stock pressed against her hip like she’s thirty. She’s eighty-two, but her spine is rebar. I push open the door before the jeep stops. My legs give out. I hit the ground, vomiting. Not morning sickness—blood taste, rising from my stomach, too much fear swallowed in the car.

Jade destroyed Sheela’s transformed soul with a single palm strike. Jade then rushed over to Nora Stewart. “Nora, Nora! How are you?” Nora’s eyes turned red, and she began to cry. “Sister, I won’t be able to fight with you anymore. Everyone, please take care. Even if I’m no longer around, the spirit of Flying Eagles must forever remain.” “Nora…” Everyone else in Flying Eagles was also heartbroken. Nora managed to escape death in Myriad Demon Valley. Nobody expected her to die here.

Nevertheless, when someone had touched her behind, she flinched a little while she turned to see that elder man from the Nazi order. "You've done your job well, child." Quero commended but it only made Daeira's stomach turned acid. She remembered what happened. She was fed with jabersnares and the rest were darkness. "Behold what you've accomplished." he gestured towards the large monitor in the cell, showing the gigantic massacring of all Aryans against the hybrid reptiles. The opening of the black gates and the entrance of the war weapons filled tanks.

Hurriedly I pull out my cakes and desserts, arranging those that can be left out on Nonna’s table and putting the rest in the fridge for when everyone comes back later. The day is bright but cold as Nonna's friends and family file into the crematorium. I stand at the entrance, greeting familiar faces and those I don’t recognise but who obviously know who I am. It's not long before the minister motions that it is time to begin, and my mum and I make our way to the front pew. Nonna's favourite tune, 'Clair de Lune', fills the air, and I glance behind me to see my dad and the ushers bringing in Nonna's coffin. I hug my arms around myself, feeling chilled, as we all take our seats.

Cut Delldora while serving food on the table "You don't have to pay for it. I will return this house to you.” 'Beside, you won't even remember that we used to live in this house together. You won't remember that you ever got upset because of someone named Delldora Alleyenzki. You'll never remember me Hana, just as you didn't remember Rowan and Stevanus who weren't in your memory either after they died and failed to make offerings'

So the entire estate’s population was werewolves? Did anyone else know? Probably not, because everyone seemed to swallow the claim that it was a bear/wild animal that killed Sharon. “I’m leaving now. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what I’ve seen here today.” Naomi said quietly as she picked up her things. It was nice to note that she was no longer shaking. She just had to make it home and she could have a nervous breakdown for as long as she wanted. “Goodbye Daykan.” “Goodbye Naomi.”

"Twenty years is a long time. Use it to be better." "I'll try." Leanora meets her eyes. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you won. Glad Elena's dead. Glad the Council's gone. You were right. I was wrong." Jamie leaves without responding. Some apologies can't be accepted. Just acknowledged. That evening, she attends the memorial dedication. A permanent monument to everyone lost in the war. One hundred seven names carved in stone. Including the sixty from the Asian facility. Families gather. Wolves and vampires and witches and humans. All mourning together.

I cried. “Wherever your feet take you to…” Nona drawled. “Dove, your name is now Deidre... it means sorrow. In whatever you do, justice and sorrow , in any way, must follow… in the path of revenge, you must do what it takes to acquire justice.” Nona said and clasped my hand. “Do it…for your family… do it…for me…do it for anyone those bastards had touched” she added. “And bury me outside the village… my ancestors was buried there and it is my turn to be buried there…” she drawled

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.