Death Tear 소설 & 이야기

“Sylvara, now!” Sylvara staggered to her feet, her hands weaving a final incantation. The Tear’s light surged, and a wave of pure energy erupted, slamming into Lydia and her allies. They collapsed, their snarls fading to whimpers, the dark magic dissolving like mist in sunlight. Lydia lay still, her eyes empty, her chest rising faintly. Kael stood over her, the Tear in his hand, his face a mask of grief and resolve. “It’s done,” he said, his voice hollow.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Vernon bowed and turned away because losing a child hurts him as a father. “Can I go with Mom and Grandma, Dad?” Vernon nodded and gripped Sophia's hand tighter. “You’re not alone, Dad; you still have a daughter and grandchildren.” Vernon cried quietly and nodded. Sophia closed her eyes and smiled. “S-she won,” Sophia whispered before letting go of Vernon’s hand. Vernon burst into tears and kissed Sophia on the forehead. “Brother Vernon!” Carlito came to a halt when he discovered Sophia was dead, and he turned inside the room to discover Sharlene was also dead. As he looked at Sophia, he softened his grip on Vernon’s shoulder.

Tsk! @DeathWish

“To which?” Maya manages the smallest, worst smile. “Both.” Denise closes her eyes for one second. When she opens them, she is not comforted. She is recalculating. “Right,” she says. A clean cut. Outside, laughter rises near the wash station. Then Aaron’s voice, too bright: “Dead once, leads twice.” A few people laugh. Someone repeats it. Dead once, leads twice. Oh, hell. Maya is out the curtain before Pete can stop her.

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

Accompanied by the howling wind, I thought I heard someone calling my name. I tried hard to open my eyes but could only see rocks flying past. I smiled, feeling genuinely happy. This was the perfect death I had chosen for myself. A bottomless cliff meant certain death. My body would nourish the earth. And I would never have to see Xander, Oliver, Jacob, or Asher who did not love me, ever again. [Congratulations, Host. You are about to return to your original world.]

His eyes were filled with fear, regret, and an intense refusal to admit defeat. "You, are very, powerful," Tattoo uttered those words with great difficulty before his head drooped to the side. His pupils quickly dilated as he looked at the sky. With that, a top fighter of God of War caliber who was well-known among the nations at the borders, Tattoo the Reaper, died. Tattoo could not believe it even until the moment he died that a man of his caliber was killed by Liam's punch. Even though he was reluctant to admit defeat and he felt helpless, he could do nothing but carry those feelings into the afterlife.

Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss. Keith's hands began to shake. He stared at that name for a very long time. Then he shook his head. "No." His voice was very soft. "That's impossible. She's not dead. She can't be dead." "Alpha!" Elliott tried to say something, but Keith wasn't listening. He turned and ran out of the conference room. He headed straight for the autopsy room. He yanked the white sheet away and stared at the unrecognizable face beneath it. He reached out before stopping halfway.