Death Whispered A Lullaby Novels & Stories

she asked. "Soñar," She gasped again and smiled, "I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope Soñar gets repaid badly for his misdeeds," I let out a choked laugh and cleaned my tears, "Soñar is also dead. Dashiell killed him."

Humming. The tune is cracked, the rhythm broken. But I know what it is. Lira does, too. It’s the same song the Pit’s whelps used to murmur when they thought no one was listening. A lullaby with no words. Just the kind of tune meant to hush something in the dark. Lira’s shoulders go stiff. Mine do, too. My hand tightens on the blade at my hip. I don’t draw it. We don’t stop.

She'd never promised anything. But still. Still, it hurt. When he descended downstairs, her apartment was black. No music. No lights. No laughter. He slept, thinking that perhaps she'd gone away again. But at 2:17 AM, someone had knocked on his door. One soft knock. And then nothing. He slowly sat up, his heart racing. Then a voice, whispered almost. "Ethan… please." Her desperation in her tone pierced him. He rose, padded across the floor barefoot, and opened the door.

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

she stammered. I stepped into the ward, where Brandon lay under a stark white sheet. Melissa moved to block me, murmuring some excuse about sparing me the pain. However, I was not having any of it. I gently nudged Melissa to the side and drew back the sheet from Brandon's body. There he was, lying on the hospital bed, his cheeks flushed and his face peaceful—hardly the image of a dead man. I shook him and called his name, but he would not stir. Something was off. Without hesitation, I dialed the crematorium. "Hello. My husband has passed, and I need to arrange for his cremation immediately."

The only thing that took my mind off the pain was continuously humming a song to soothe myself. Moon, a hole of light Through the big top tent up high Here before and after me Shinin' down on me Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? I let out a shaky breath finally. The estate was quiet as I slipped out, the halls dim and familiar. I whispered a silent goodbye to the walls, to the staff who had treated me with kindness, to the life I was about to abandon.

The shadows stilled. “You are not ours to command.” The Gate paused. The ancient presence leaned in—listening. Lyra’s voice rose, clear as a blade: “Let the dead rest.” Silence. Absolute. Then she finished— “Let the living choose.” The world detonated with light. The Gate convulsed inward—like lungs exhaling for the first and last time. Souls drew back—pulled not by force but release. Their shapes dissolved, falling into darkness like snow into water.

Then even that pain faded into numbness. 'Mission failed. Extermination will initiate soon.' I was not surprised to hear the notification from the system. As waves of cheers and congratulations echoed through the air, I walked over to the lake hidden in the back garden. Then, without hesitation, I jumped. I would rather end my life than wait to die in agony as the system wipes me out. Icy water surrounded me, rushing into my nose. My mind drifted, and it felt like I could see my original parents. 'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…'

The smoke drifted up slowly, threading through the candlelight. She stood before the urn for a long while, then turned and looked right where I was floating. She then called out my name softly, "Ash…" I was instantly stunned. I tried to call out to her, but I suddenly remembered that I was dead and that I couldn't make any sound at all. Grandma still nodded, though. "I can see you, Ash." I immediately burst into tears. It turned out that after I died, there was still someone who noticed me.

Death nodded slightly. The goddess looked confused. “Hear what?” I focused. The whisper trembled through the silence. Not fear. Not demand. Not worship. A call. Soft. Fragile. Not to a god. To me. “Come back.” My breath caught. It was not asking for salvation. Not for protection. Not for power. Just return. Tears slid down my face. “One voice,” I whispered. Death’s gaze sharpened. “Yes.” “Why only one?” “Because the others shifted.”