Death Tear Novels & Stories

“The review has been completed. The difficulty level of this death trial is excellent + 9.” “Reward obtained: 3,400 judgment points. Unlocked Scenario: Cemetery of Terror.” “This live broadcast draws 23,784 dollars.” Cemetery of Terror: suitable for multi-target adjudication, controlled corpses, inescapable cemeteries, a gloomy cemetery. Everyone who enters will have a suitable location, and terrible things will happen. The nightmare of the timid. — Looking at the light screen in front of him, Jack nodded in satisfaction. The reward this time was very generous. It gave him an excellent + 9 rating, which was the highest rating he had received so far. The experiment in advance was not in vain,

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

“FEROCIOUS TIGER!” Quan was sure the neighboring class was not earless. Dark History started only fifteen minutes ago and is as chaotic as it is now. For the gods' sake, she loved Mr. Kei and his Dark History. However, couldn't they put an end to this energy-intensive event? “Silver Nation?” Mr. Kei asked again. The stomps of fifty-two students. “FIERCE LIKE A WOLF!” “Black Nation?” “Deadly.” The disciples said the latter in low voices and serious expressions, before they sat back down. The sight would have looked a little scary if Mr. Kei did not laugh and then clapped his hands. However, it turned out that the teacher is not done yet.

Just one, for the last time. “I’m sorry too. God, I’m really sorry,” Tessa sobbed, unable to stop herself, nose clogged, eyes burning. “I wasn’t a good daughter. Forgive me.” “That’s enough drama.” Remington’s cold, impatient voice sliced through her grief like a blade. “He’s dead. Get up. We’re leaving.” His hand clamped around her arm and he tried to drag her away from the body. The touch felt like a jolt. The indifference in his voice, how easily he treated a life like nothing, ignited something inside her.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

Horrid tears the colour of sin. "Please don't leave me," I whispered, bending over her still form and kissing her temple. An odd smell came from her neck. But I only took it as her body slowly giving way to death. She was different, thus the decomposition process would be different than normal. She was... gone.

My gaze went past his shoulder toward the arena. "It's dangerous. Your wounds haven't healed—" "That's none of your concern." Wendy hurried up from behind, latching onto Damien's arm, her face arranged in worry. "Clara, I know you're brave, but don't risk your life just for attention! Three contestants died in the Black Forest last year—all Gamma warriors with higher bloodlines than yours—" "I'm not looking for attention." I cut her off. "I'm here for something else." Damien's expression changed. He knew exactly what I meant—Moon Goddess Tears. The herb that could sever a mate bond.

Leo growled, his eyes flaring with a sovereign resolve. The triple circuit completed. Mother. Father. Son. I slammed my obsidian hand into the server's liquid-mercury cooling tank. The Shared Heat through the link spiked into a blinding, white-hot roar. I saw the world as a network of failing hearts, and I saw the Rebirth Protocol as the noose. "LIQUIDATE!" I roared. The tower groaned. A tectonic shriek ripped through the bedrock of the city. The Second Prime shrieked—a high-frequency sound of a god being deleted by a mother's bankruptcy. The gold light in my arm turned white.

, Marcus heaven a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as though trying to control his tears, “She’s dead, died five years ago”, he confessed quietly, the silence that followed constructed the shock he felt from the information, Tessa was dead, how? , and why was he just hearing about it now, and what did this mean for Rayell…., oh poor Rayell, she never did get to meet her mother…., “What happened?”, I asked softly, “She got involved in a fire accident”, “My deepest condolences Marcus, but how come no one knows that”, He scoffed,