Death Tear 소설 & 이야기

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

I gently wiped the tears away from my eyes and felt at peace before my soul faded away. I finally got that long-overdue apology. But you'll never meet someone as foolish as me again. I turned to look at Xavier's face one last time. His eyes were red and brimming with tears. Xavier bent down, covering his face as he let out a quiet sob. … After some time, Xavier was sentenced to prison for intentionally harming Yvette. Meanwhile, I felt my soul fade away. My heart was full of hope and excitement for the future. I knew I had fulfilled my purpose in this life and could finally leave this world in peace.

She started planning for Elena's third death anniversary. Katie viewed the third death anniversary with great importance. It signified a closure point of the grieving process, and it was a significant occasion for the older generations. It was two weeks to Elena's third death anniversary. Ariel still had time to prepare.

She said. Mama, I think I just walked straight into my demise.

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.

She married my father's own brother and became the chosen mate of his brother, Dominic Sinclaire. After Alpha Dominic's death and my father becoming the next Alpha, he became insane and the most asshole of men. Because he had hurt my mother, he betrayed his own fated mate just to get back together with his past love, Aninna Smith. As a result of that betrayal, my mother felt life was like hell. The pain of being betrayed by her mate was the most painful and deadly thing. As a consequence of that misery, my mother died. She died in a terrible tragedy ten years ago.

Me and my friends might sneak out late and eat potato chips in the graveyard behind the church, but in seventies that was kind of thing that made other parents shake their heads and whisper to their sweet sweet children "you don't want to be like that Miller boy. He is paving his road to prison!" Me. A bad boy. For eating potato chips in the graveyard. Go figure Everything was going smoothly until on April 13, yes today, teacher told students to choose between chemistry and drama. Now, I hadn't really planned taking drama that year. But as you see I lack options. The thing was, I thought it would be a blow-off class, especially when compared to my other option. No papers, no tests, no tables

I seriously said and glared at him. He then trembled with fear and asked, "Who are you?" I smirked and laughed because of his question, "That question is not worth answering by me, Vampire. You dared bow down to the wrong Lord and so I will be taking your death as loyalty." He shook his head,gritted his teeth, and his fingernails are now sharpened. "I will take this as a 'yes', vampire. Your death will be the most precious death and so I will be happy seeing your delighted face in the afterlife. Oh, I forgot, we don't have that thing as afterlife."

She turned to Abigail's brother, who was named Arnold. He inhaled deeply before responding, "I've never heard of unawakened ones marking each other, so the chances are slim. It might just be a bite mark that hasn't healed." Drew laughed lightly. "Not quite! You might be surprised, Mom. Why don’t you come and see for yourself?" he suggested, and she nodded in agreement. "Do you still have the mark from the bite?" He pulled his shirt down from his shoulder, revealing the mark. His mother gasped, and I wondered why she reacted that way. She stood up and approached us to get a closer look. "This is..." she trailed off, and I felt a wave of anxiety. "Yes, Mom, it’s exactly what you think," Drew c