Death Takes A Holiday Supernatural の小説・ストーリー

"I have a little bit of cash stowed away in my bag. Let me go, and you have half of it. Use the other half to buy me flowers at my funeral." The bodyguard shook his head. "I can't do that, Ms. Hilton. If Mr. Synder finds out that I did that, he will kill me as well." "Do you have a big appetite?" "I guess I have a normal appetite?" "Then I don't mind. You can be my bodyguard in the afterlife as well. At least we won't be lonely that way." The group of people that were standing behind them didn't know how to react to the conversation.

"There is no point trying to get on with daily life when all of this is happening because of me." I felt his warm hands on my lower back, tracing patterns. I was already dressed in black, waiting for the announcement and then the procession. Alfred explained that there was going to be a little ritual to put him back to rest. In the supernatural world and with all that was going on, they had to make sure that whoever has died, stays dead. They didn't want anyone making appearances from the other side.

Hexa looked at eyes which were more attractive when she was questioning him, “That’s complicated to answer. I am neither dead nor alive. I am just a leftover in the celestial balance.” “So you are living gho-“ she paused immediately to mind voice thinking Aaron in her mind, “If I get kissed by him again and again, Ron would kill me. I must be careful with my choice of words.” “So you are living dead, more like a zombie?” Mrtyu laughed hilariously and Hexa who listen including her mind voice extended his hand over her face to wipe her happy tears. Mrtyu was taken aback, startled by his sudden action and seized her laugh immediately and wiped her tears with her bare hands. Hexa faced the night

Emily refused. Death stood up. "I'm just going to leave you here for a while." He started walking. "Wait!" Emily yelled. Death stopped on his track. He then turned to look at Emily. "Don't leave me alone here." Emily can't look Death in the eye. Death walked back towards her. He then offered his hand to her. Emily held it tight. Both of them walked around the soul waiting area while holding each other's hands. Death's hand feels rough and cold but Emily finds it satisfying. For Death, Emily's hands feel smooth and warm. the sensation makes him feel a strange satisfaction. Emily looked around but she didn't pay attention to the things she is seeing. They just kept on walking. They bumped int

Dreygur got out of his car and slowly followed the niece. Sumire who received a gift from her uncle Chadwick wanted to pray at the shrine of Death and wish her life to end without killing herself. But her prayer was interrupted when she found a godlike man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing round black glasses. Sumire was hypnotized and approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips. At the top of the man, she stole something from the shrine, bringing the bizarre p

She said, before turning her back to leave, and checking each single person present at that place. But as she did, the man’s smile vanished, dispersed same with flames earlier as his eyes darkened. Unknowingly, his grin protruded, when two stretchers were being guided outside of the cathedral. It was Eliza, and Tommy’s lifeless corpse, who died although not plotted. Or perhaps, they were just at the wrong place, and at the wrong time, when the reaper appeared. When he took a live, and it was their fate to die, and perish. The man stood up. He turned his back, and walk away, whistling the tune of \the radio earlier.

Not like she was supporting the enemy which was actually Clara and Kieran, but they were kicking some home world butt. “And you got it” Ronnie said and she didn’t like her tone. “You’re lying”. “Not like I care or anything, but Supernaturals are dying. Just a reminder”. The seal was close enough to what she saw. She had seen it in her mind and it was close. The wings were on her back now and Ronnie had a smirk and Danny grabbed her by her wrist and she was glowing purple. “Like hell I’ll let you out of my sight”. And they made their way to the battlefield. She had arrived just in time to see spinning death going towards every soldier. The power alone radiating off of it scared her. But she d

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

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.

"Father Silas, you promised! You said there was a ritual to separate us!" "The ritual required you to stay pure, Julian!" Silas shouted, his face twisting into a mask of righteous fury. "You succumbed to the flesh. You opened the gate by choice. Now, I must close it with blood." Silas swung the mace. A wave of pure, white energy slammed into us. It didn't hurt the shadow; it bypassed the demon entirely and hit my soul. I felt my spirit being ripped away from my body, the connection to my Tenth Life fraying like a burnt rope. It was a pain beyond anything I had felt in my nine previous deaths. This wasn't the death of the body; it was the erasure of the self.