Deathless Death Novels & Stories

There were no emotions, the endless whirlpool of swirling death was like a bizarre dream. After an incredibly long time, Vic raised his head, listened to the rustling emptiness. He looked around incredulously, feeling quite alive. A desert of ashes reigned around, very close, a gentle breeze fanned heaps of black particles lying in the shape of human bodies - all that was left of the decapitated delonhs whispered something softly.

He hadn’t seen a human this enticing before. He almost wished that the souls of dead humans looked like they did at death so he wouldn’t be tempted like this. Leo’s dead face on the ground was not very appealing. “What makes you think I want to marry you?” he asked softly. “I’m Death. I don’t think like humans do. I live in the underworld and the only time I’m here is to take souls back with me for their judgment.” Why was he telling a human all of this information? He really didn’t need his consent to take his soul.

“What type of poison” “Atropa belladonna. It was the same one found in your father’s autopsy. I believe their death is connected.” Nightshade poison. A deadly poison for a deadly organisation. I scramble closer. “What do you know Doctor?” Gail looks at me, hesitant. “Nothing much aside that I believe this is all connected to the inner circle.” The Inner Circle? This is the first time in ten years I’ve heard that name again. The last time was the day my father was buried.”

This explains why she would take her own life. "Lake Frostice is thousands of feet deep, and it even drains to the ocean. Werewolves who jump into the lake will never survive, and it's normal not to be able to find their body. "Plus, you are Luna Amber's mate. Shouldn't you know better than us whether she's still alive and breathing?" Matthew was stunned. In despair, he choked, "Yeah, I can't feel her anymore… Why… Why am I unable to feel her… "It was because of me. It was all my fault! I didn't know that she suffered from depression, and I wronged her… That was why she jumped into the lake in hopelessness. It was all my fault!

] I am wearing someone's death on my heart? "This world itself is death. If only one is dead, one is born. If death doesn't happen, life doesn't." [If the egg stays on the mother's wings, then, did you kill the mother for this?] "yes" "Kill and win. Kill and live. A moment of hesitation will take your soul into the depths of the forest, and before you know it you, already disappeared. This is not a human world" [I know. I know it's not a human world, but it's just a child.]

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

Kaia didn’t know the story behind the tattoo, but it seemed like good advice for her: she must never forget what this man was capable of. “Do you mean personally or by giving an order?” Kaia probe. “There’s a difference?” Eton said, his voice very dry. “A kill is a kill, no matter whose hands do the actual deed. But to answer your question: both.” Kaia traced her fingers lower, to Eton's hand. A hand that killed someone. A hand that could reduce her to a quivering, mindless creature with the slightest touch. “Is it hard?” Kaia asked. “To end someone’s life?”

"You see, Alaya, there are some people out there who are extremely delusional." "Death," Aspen scolds, then glances back at me, "she's just spiteful." "That crazy bitch thinks that sacrificing innocent souls to the Moon will give her immortal life," Death says, disgusted. "She's been doing this for years, and you're the one who has stopped the cycle, however, we have no doubt she will do it again next year. " My brows furrow. "Why haven't you done anything about it in the previous years?"

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

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.