Deathstalker Book Novels & Stories

All on her advice stepped aside to avoid the Breath of Death. Damon killed entire squads one by one, so Alistair ordered an immediate retreat. Only none of the vampires managed to escape, because they were standing at the very front. In total, only 140.000 of the 200.000 soldiers remained alive. 60.000 were killed, 20.000 of whom were vampires and 40.000 were demons. Everyone on the wizard's side was happy, because their chances were more and more equal with the opponent. In addition, the news that Alistair would not be able to resurrect the demons killed in this way gave rise to hope for a full victory.

I say, then turn and walk away from him just as the sun starts to rise. The stench of a vampire’s burning flesh never gets easier to stomach, and I expect the screaming to follow soon after. But as I said, these Devil’s Void vamps are a different breed altogether; they don’t even scream when their entire bodies burst into flames. When you spend your entire life killing monsters, you become just as cold and unfeeling as them. Another blade to the heart means nothing, even if it is a woman or a child. That’s what I’ve been raised to believe, and I have to live up to it—Katherine Décès, hunter and Death’s Temple heiress; the deadliest hunter guild, Death’s Temple.

Felix took the book from my shaking hands and flipped through the pages. "Hear this." (Chelsea often came to me when I needed her the most. When I'm stressed, she knew just how to make me feel better. Like yesterday, she took me to an exclusive restaurant where she took care of the bill.) "This other one speaks about another friend that he killed." (I had to get rid of Jake. He was getting sloppy and didn't seem to care. I invited him to lunch where I sprinkled led in his drink and it was easy to kill him from there. I took him to an alley and ran a rusty pipe in his stomach.)

Whiskey. He didn’t say her name, but I could take a good guess as to who he was talking about. Fucking Zelena. It doesn’t take much to make me angry, it never has. But I have always been able to maintain a firm grip on my anger. Showing any kind of emotion, even considering letting my anger explode, would have resulted in punishment. Learning to control myself happened very quickly in life. Hearing this dog's words, his dying jesting, his attempt at angering me, it worked a treat. My skin turned icy cold with the fury that rolled through me. This pathetic mutt thinks that she is better than me. ME! He is crazy, he must have lost too much blood, it’s made him delusional. There is no one equal

They were massive, prowling the edge of the crater on four multi-jointed limbs, their featureless heads sweeping back and forth. Unlike the Sentinels, the Stalkers didn't just delete what they touched. From their backs, tendrils of void-whips lashed out, casually unmaking boulders and debris as they paced. There were six of them. We were out of comms. Dax looked at me, then at Reaper and Sienna. He tapped two fingers against his chest, then pointed to the left flank of the crater. I will draw them left. He pointed to Reaper and Sienna, slicing his hand down the middle. You take the center. Cover fire if it goes loud. Finally, he looked at me and pointed directly at the glowing purple tear in

The path to the Sacred Chamber, where the gemstone lay hidden, had been poisoned. I steadied my breath and pressed on, the handle of my blade tight in my grip. A thick mist began to roll in. From the mist, a low growl erupted. I spun to face it. A creature crawled from the shadows—skeletal, tall as two men, its body made of bone and black mist. Grave Stalker. It screeched and pounced. I barely dodged in time, rolling across cold stones. I swung my spirit-steel blade, catching its side. It retaliated with sharp claws that sliced my shoulder. I screamed and stumbled.

"Death Reincarnate.” With a satisfied smile and the very words that are being carved unto the book with the symbols and marks that tells its existence and final title of this very grand game, but only into this very world. The book started to slowly turn into ashes and disappeared without a spec of evidence in front of her. She whispers. “Now, do you want to hear or see, yet maybe both of what my core sin is? Yet and perhaps the core sin of the prominent crowns of this very dimension?”

It's not like there seems to be a curse attached to my life just because I understand the words of necromancers. "B-but, that's only a myth...right? It's not real." I want her to say yes, because I feel like I can't get out of this feeling if it gets any worse. I saw that Elijah felt guilty and worried because of my expression. "I'm sorry, Ales. It's just a myth and has never been proven. Death in Wysteria is a very rare case and we have not encountered someone who's able to talk with necromancers. The legend assumed it's terrible luck to talk to these creatures ," he explained to me. "Don't mind it, Ales. If it's indeed real, I am here to protect you and I won't let you die—"

"But what happened out there is not something that can be easily forgotten. It was a dangerous situation and one that could have ended up with the three of you dead." A tear rolled down her cheek, and the baby kicked. Catalina smiled as she stroked her stomach, saying "See? She even knows it was a bad idea. I promise, baby. Mommy is going to make better decisions from here on out." Catalina laughed through her tears. "What exactly was that thing, by the way?" "It's a Deathstalker. Not to be confused with a species of scorpion found in Middle Eastern deserts." "What, now?" She giggled.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.