Death Wings Novels & Stories

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Yet, and towards the scene where the highest ones and the seven are a task for a thing that night, a drooling echo crosses, as it whispers. DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. The warning call reaches towards his ears. To the night and in the very kingdom where blood is rapidly painting the place. He stands quietly in a place as he overlooks everything where the assassins killed everyone and set the place in a stink of dead and pilling corpses. “One, two, three. Another one dies.” As he playfully commented looking bored with his stance as he decided to crouch and place his chin unto his right hand.

The silence was deafening, and I was sure it would have been the same had we shared the same ride back home. I slowly turned to him, my anger only heightening even more with his perceived nonchalance. "You said she was the one who brought back the light in your life after your first wife cheated on you. You said she was the only one who..." "She is dead," he said, leaning forward to drop the cup of tea on the saucer. "You do not know her enough. You do not know her more than I do. She would have wanted this, too. She knows how much I sacrificed for the cartel."

He didn't expect you to do it without hesitation. He grabbed Zayn's hand tightly, screaming at the top of his voice, his wolf must be dying now, and this is the worst thing! I said previously..when his mate dies, surely a wolf will die with her, but her mate is not quite..There are many werewolves who have committed suicide..but some of them coexist without a wolf or a mate -just like a human - and that makes him miserable to the extreme! Zane shivered as he stared at his dying father, perhaps? Maine whispered his wolf's name, crying weakly

"We heard the call. We came. We fight." Erebus phases in beside him. Flickering between here and elsewhere. "We're broken. But we're yours. And we won't abandon family. Not again." Relief floods through me. "You came back." "We never really left." Zephyr's voices echo. "Just needed time. Needed to understand. Needed to accept what we are now." "What are you?" Luna asks gently. "Death walkers." Erebus flickers. "We exist between life and death. We can see both. Touch both. Fight in both. We're the perfect weapon against void. Because we're already halfway there."

“Let’s try it out then.” Kayson landed a palm strike while Dawson looked on in disbelief. “You—” Kayson’s energy hit Dawson’s head, killing him on the spot as he slowly fell limp to the floor. The arrogant third heir of the Wolfendens died just like this. The middle-aged bodyguards widened their eyes in horror. Their third heir had just died! Even Sadie looked frozen, not expecting Kayson to really do anything. “A-Are you crazy? Do you want to get killed!?” Mr. West eventually woke up and stared at Dawson’s body in disbelief.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

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.

Suddenly, she realized that her heart wasn't beating and her lungs weren't filling with air. Emily was killed by a werewolf that was hunting her like a nightmare, and it felt like an eternal emptiness in her chest, like there was no way back from the brink of hell. She cried again and let herself drown in the sadness. The thoughts hit her like thunder, and her face paled. "This isn't right," she thought. She stood up fast, almost falling down in her hurry, as her heart beat faster and faster and faster. Her eyes grew wide open, but she couldn’t see anything. There was nothing around her but darkness.