Deathbringer And Glory Novels & Stories

He said, "You and Adeline are both our daughters. You've always been the same in our eyes." I thought death would numb me and that I would never feel anything again, but when I saw them once again choose to believe her, pain ripped through my chest like it never had before. All these years, they had trusted every word out of her mouth and never once came to ask me the truth. Even after my death, they still chose to believe her. The pain was unbearable. That kind of soul-tearing pain was a thousand times worse than death. My funeral was scheduled three days later. That day, I returned home with my parents in spirit form. I hadn't been back since Clara went missing. I never thought my first ti

"Then get some rest. Tomorrow I'll introduce you to Tyler. He's still at tutorials right now, so he won't be back until tonight." The door quietly closed behind her. I sat on the edge of the bed, hugging the pillow tightly against my chest before burying my face into it. It wasn't out of sorrow, but rather the overwhelming realization that someone was finally treating me with genuine kindness. On my third day in Kingsley City, Ruby suddenly spammed my phone with messages. "STELLA! GO ONLINE RIGHT NOW! "People are absolutely TEARING Naomi apart online! "I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! Cameron is trying to scrub the comments, but those screenshots are already everywhere!

He knew that someone had just perished and said a prayer. "You shouldn't be messing with the fates Sebastian, they'll fuck you up," Sergio mumbled softly and I snorted at him as I strolled around him and headed to my car. My black mist whipped around me and my glowing eyes cast shadows in the enclosed dark space. Sergio shook his head at me and didn't bother trying to stop me. He knew the stories of my heart breaks of the past, all of my caregivers knew. The garage door opened and I peeled out of the garage, hellbent on getting my boyfriend back. Thankfully it was dark outside since I was in full death mode and looked like a shadow person with wispy ends and two glowing eyes. I had to be car

"Thankfully, Zachary believes me. It seems he's the only person left in the world who cares about me." "January 3rd: Today is the anniversary of my parents' death. I miss them so much. In the past, I just wanted them to be happy in the afterlife. But lately, I've been wanting to join them. After all, I have no family left." Their faces turned ashen as they read. "Gary, what is this…" Suddenly, a heavy pounding echoed at the door. Gerald snapped the book shut and hurried to open it. He was met by Zachary, who stood grimly beside a police officer.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

She shouted, lifting her glaive with both hands; the blade burned with white flames, and the halo of light around her glowed like the sun. “In the name of the god, Sol, and the goddess, Selene, I sentence you to death.” “Die!” Draven roared, forming a large ball of red energy in his palms and shooting it to her. She disappeared in a second, and in the next, she was in his face, wearing a proud smile. “Goodbye, Draven. You’re dream of godhood ends here and now.” She swung her glaive, and the blade ran through his neck.

We stopped a few feet away from them and then the old men spoke those damn words. “Ombra di morte.” (Shadow of death.) The old man said as I took the hood off. I knew what his plan was the moment he wanted me to suddenly assist him with training. never did that at home, why here. The woman looked surprised and the men, well they looked displeased, irritated, aggravated and enraged . Because again they expected the shadow of death to be a man and not a woman. “Liyah.” The old man called out to me.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

I still mourned the lives I never got to save. But I was also glad they were alive, and that they remembered what I had done. I was not doing this just to get revenge on Ruby and Danny. I loved my work, and I held on to the basics of journalism, always reminding myself...

There was a loud buzzing noise around me. I forced my eyes open, realizing I wasn't dead. I had been reborn. I fumbled for my phone, checking the date. It was August 28th, the day before I was supposed to turn in the most important project of my life. My teammates crowded around me, eyes shining. "Kelsey, you're seriously amazing. No wonder you're a special admit student. You even solved the hardest problems as if they were nothing. Once you wrap up the last bit of code, we can finally submit, right?"