Novel & Cerita Death Whispered A Lullaby

The Whispers of Heart Chapter 1 : The Dedication For those who loved too soon, too deep, or too quietly. And for the ones who gave themselves without certainty, Who stayed when they should've left, Or left when their hearts were still whispering "stay." This is for you. May you always find the courage to love again, Even if the world forgets to love you back.

We should have got there before nightfall, anticipated Valdis. Lost in my thoughts my fists gripped the upper metal bunk rail as it creaked in my grip. Flames, heat, screams. My nightmares. Merged with the frozen coldness of my parents death I swung between the flames of hell and the cold of purgatory every night. Until Lyra. “Declan I’m here, I’m here,” Tucked underneath my arms her lips planted soft kisses on my chest. Her vanilla scent quenched the flames and slowly brought me back around.

It was the kind of smile that should never exist on a human face. She leaned in—too close—and whispered something I didn’t even realise I understood until the chill ran straight through my spine. “Death,” she breathed, her voice dry and ragged. “It’s already watching you.”

Above, the new thread pulsed—modest and insolent both. “Name it,” Death murmured. “We don’t get to,” I said. “If we were worthy—Hollowlight.” The word refused to kneel. Even War silenced his growl. Oath’s bracelets loosened—relief he hadn’t named. “Stand down,” I made law. “Count to ten before you panic. Then count again.” War obeyed. Death counted higher than either expected. The Loom purred like an old machine finally oiled. The second rhythm settled like a sleeper finding warmth. The seam thinned to rumour. The child-thread remained—heartbeat steady, uninterested in our committees.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

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.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness. “Mom… Kara, Mara…” he called until he completely gave in. Those three words are his last words before he died as if he was trying to call his family. After a minute, the guy who is in front of Fletcher’s dead body, slowly stands on the ground and puts his hands on his pocket. “Clean this mess. And also, prepare the records for his shipment,” he ordered his men. “Yes sir!” his men answered in chorus. He smiled a bit then took his cellphone from his pocket.

I heard screaming for so long, keeping me awake for a while before I gave up. I tried to drown out the sound. A sigh leaves my lips as I get out of bed and open my door, going down the hall to Death's room and opening the door before sliding in and closing it quietly. I quietly crawled into the bed beside him and surprisingly. Death, the God of the Underworld, cuddled with me. Yup, you heard me right, he is cuddling with me. A small smile grazes my lips as I close my eyes letting him pull me into him and soon fall asleep.