Death Whispered A Lullaby Novels & Stories

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Sophia and Ethan immediately pulled apart, the warmth of their embrace replaced by the cold reality of their circumstances. “What is it?” Ethan asked, his voice steady but laced with concern. Oliver handed Sophia a tablet, the screen displaying a live news feed. The headline at the bottom of the screen sent a chill down her spine. **“Mysterious Death Linked to Blackwood Scandal: Possible Witness Found Dead in Hotel Room”**

She was my mother in every sense of the word, and I loved her deeply. But now Monica was gone, and the farm, once a place of love and laughter, had become a prison of grief. I couldn't escape the memories of her that were at every corner of the house. To make matters worse, I had started hearing strange whispers, voices that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. They were faint, but persistent. Sometimes they sounded like my mother, sometimes like strangers. It was enough to make me question my sanity.

She pursed her lips. Lucas shoved the box into her hands nonetheless. "You're still as stubborn as ever. I'm here to ask you about your mom's third death anniversary. If you have any plans in mind, let me know in advance so I can help you with it." Ariel paused briefly. She did not expect Lucas would remember about that. Elena passed away a year before Ariel got married. It would soon be her third death anniversary. Jayson probably was not even aware of this. "Alright, I'll see you at the convention hall in a bit." Lucas looked at his phone and stroked her hair as he always did. Then, he turned around and left.

Lyra pov I sighed, the sound leaving me like the last breath of a dying thing. “I don’t know what’s going on anymore,” I said quietly, staring at the flickering lantern between us, “but as you can see… I’m not dead.” Draven leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, golden eyes fixed on me like he was trying to read every fracture in my soul. “You’re telling me?” he said, one brow lifting. “From all indications, you were very convincingly dead. Funeral, tears, speeches, a casket, the whole dramatic production.”

"Ms. Griffin, are you the one who scheduled the death care service?" I nodded and pointed weakly at a cardboard box nearby. "After I pass away, please play everything in this box at my funeral." After I finished speaking, my hand dropped to my side. I heard the man sigh beside me. "Ms. Griffin, you've been through a lot in this life. Leave the rest to me."

Lyra’s eyes were open. Not silver. Not fire. _Nothing_. “Kieran,” she whispered. _Her_ voice. _Her_. Four was _gone_. Blown out by silver and death. “_Dad_,” she said. And _died_. --- *The Silence* No heartbeat. No breath. No fire. Just _cold_. Kieran made a sound. Not human. Not wolf. _Grief_. Pure. Primal. _Ancient_. He pulled her into his chest. Rocking.

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

No reply. Just that same melody. Soft. Sweet. Haunting. Like a lullaby from long ago. Like a mother missing her child. A song of longing and heartbreak. I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face between them. My body ached. My heart ached more. “Let me out,” I whispered. “Please…” My whisper faded into the silence, but the voice came again. “Lila…” it sang, clearer this time. “You were born of music… born of stars…”

His voice was a solemn vow, yet it sounded hollow, a promise whispered into the wind. He leaned in, his lips brushed my cheek, a feather-light touch that felt like a goodbye. Then, he was gone. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the sudden, echoing silence. "Death is here," I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. My life, like a fragile glass, had just shattered into a million pieces.