Death Wings Novels & Stories

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

Draco inhaled it like incense. “You smell like her,” he murmured, and the fog around us revealed glimpses of the battlefield. Wolves limped with broken limbs. Witches lay pale and unmoving. Bodies cooled in the dirt. He savored the carnage. “This is what immortality looks like. Loss without consequence.” “Then die,” I whispered. He laughed, and his claws lengthened. “You cannot kill what is already dead.” “You are not dead,” I replied. “You are rotten.” I rushed him.

“Mother of the End. There she is.” “Shut up,” Draven grinds out. He’s on his feet. Leaning on me. Bleeding. But standing. “Wren. Let go.” “I can’t,” I say through teeth. “If I drop it, the next one hits.” “Then we die,” he says. Simple. “But we die Duskbane. Not Hollow.” The pack hears it. Three hundred wolves inside the dome. They watch. Waiting. For me to choose. Again.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

The internal struggle waged within me, conflicting emotions tearing at my resolve. But if I didn't act, I would be the one to die. Damien would not hesitate to end my life, just as he had done to Britney, Alex, and countless others. Closing my eyes, I released a breath, allowing the weight of my decision to settle upon my shoulders. With one final thrust, the blade pierced Damien's flesh, severing his lifeline. The once-ferocious wolf's body grew still, his eyes dulling as life's light faded. Exhausted, I collapsed beside him, my eyes unable to stay open. Yet, I found a sense of contentment. I had succeeded. Damien was dead, one less tormentor for Winter and my unborn pup. I thought I could

Death replies smugly before walking in front of me and standing beside Zeus "Seriously," Zeus says "Everything formed perfectly," Death tells him "Good, she should be able to retract her wings as you can," Aphrodite tells Death Retract, I tell myself and my wings were gone, "I did it," I say making them look at me as I turned around showing them they were gone "Of course, your mate would be a quick learner," Demeter says "Nope, it's just because I'm awesome," I flip my hair over my shoulder

"You have 1000 years to fulfill your mission. Fail, and you’ll never move on. Not to heaven. Not to hell. You’ll be lost, FOREVER......" "I am Thanatos," he added. "The god of peaceful death." He didn’t look cruel. He looked tired—tired of centuries of watching humans break. His wings were vast and dark, but there was serenity in his presence. Before I could respond, he touched my forehead—and I blacked out again. ******* I awoke to my mother’s sobs. "Cullen, please… wake up, I couldn't live without you!" Her voice shattered me. I realized then that Thanatos was right. If I died, she would too.

Dying on the floor of the facility he built. Taking the final kill code with him.

Damin – POV A knock on the door jolted me awake from my stupor. “Come in.” “We have two bad news,” Dexter said as he walked in. I frowned. “What now?” I didn’t want to sound annoyed but couldn’t help it. It’s been three months, and I haven't been able to sleep or eat, all because of Stella. “Alpha Altair is dead,” Dexter said with a frown. “An assassin from the Night Angel killed him.”

We took it in the name of Lolo Jose and Lolo Ramon. Joseph and I lived a happy life. Because another life has come to us. And that is our son Joseph. Dymon fell ill in prison. It drove me crazy to think and it was always visited by the souls he killed. Especially at night when he will sleep. He always screams for help because the ghosts are going to kill him. Although Dymon's condition is pitiful, there is nothing we can do but pray that he will be okay and change his life. Because he will never be silenced by his own conscience if he continues his wickedness. The End.