Death Tear Novels & Stories

I simply look at him before I seat at the sofa near by. "Calm down, Wesley." As I get off to Wesley body I am talking to him. "After all, this body is not yours anymore." After that I slowly walk toward him; who is now shocked while looking to his decaying body. Without the presence of me that body will decayed by pros or cos. “The human body molded from the earth will return to the earth. That means everything created or made will go back to where it came from and that can’t be stopped or changed by anyone. ”In a flash I was close to him, I choked him and quickly slammed his head on the floor. I can’t use my sword to reap him even if that’s the fastest way because I need this bad guy to get

“We don’t have seven days. We have five. Maybe four.” Four days until blood kills. Four days until I have to choose who dies first for real. I press my bleeding arm to Theo’s chest. His blood mixes with mine. The bond sparks. I don’t get a death-memory. I get a future. Theo, dead in my arms. Day 16. Real this time. No reboot. Arrow through his heart. Draevor’s crest on the shaft. I jerk back. Theo’s hand finds mine again. “Saw that, didn’t you?” he murmurs. “Now you know. First real death is mine.”

Her chest rose slowly and I could hear her heartbeat fatally slowing down. “Lastly,” she repeated, “Kill Troy and destroy everything he cares for. Please.” And with that said, she released her final breath and a stray tear fell down her face as the light went out from her eyes.

I am reading for my own, because a man needs to hear a thing spoken before he can believe it is real. "Operation authorization. Palermo sector. Target confirmed." I pause. The next words are the ones I have been avoiding since the night I first opened the ledger in the chapel vault. "Code seven-four-delta. Authorizing signature: T.A." T.A. Tobia Armenise. My uncle signed the order to kill my brother.

"I've thought of a way to untangle the chains between us. "We have to completely cut ties with each other. If I'm dead, that'll mark the end of our ill-fated destiny. Goodbye, Ethan." "No! Liv!" She withdrew her gaze and fell backward.

He picks up the remote control and turns on the TV, only to get to watch tragic news. According to the reporter, medias besieges Mrs Sebastian's ward. Despite Ashley pleas not to interrupt her unconscious mother, they don't give up, and by the time they photograph the terminally ill woman, the machines connecting to her body beeps in alarming sounds and in a few seconds, the patient lost her life. It does not end just like that. Dr Sebastian can't accept the departure of his wife, and commits suicide by hanging himself.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

I say, limping off before either of them can follow. “Forget that,” Caleb says, rushing to my side. “Why won’t you tell me what you are trying to keep us from,” “Caleb, I need you to trust me…” I start but Caleb stops and his eyes turn angry. I turn and see it. Different from what I feared, but equally disturbing and heart-wrenching. A framed photo of post-mortem posed Alpha and Luna. My alpha and Luna. Alpha holds his head in his hands on his chest and Luna, with her eyes, white and bloody dress, lays next to him, her head tilted so the wound that took her life is on full display.

He was crying but finally looking at her. "What happened Damien?" He didnt say anything but he cried more. Silently. She didn't even think he was breathing. It was as if he was trying to hold his breath to hold in his tears. "Oh you found- what the fuck?" Jonathan gasped in shock. Ashleigh looked at Jonathan, "Please, make all this disappear?" "Sure." Ashleigh watched Damien stare at the floor as Jonathan got rid of the pills and the blade and all of their companions. When Jonathan left to put away the stuff she spoke.

Now, life has dealt with him severely to rent his confidence apart. He looked at the pictures of his late parents decorating the parlor wall, and depression made him shed uncontrollable tears. He remembered all those treasured moments he shared with them. Sometimes, he would smile and still cry afterwards. He was consoled by the people around him, including his friends from college. It was a huge blow on him. He knew he had to find the killer that filled his cup with sorrows.