Esdeath Novels & Stories

Her declaration followed by another set of sobs shocked every individual inside the room, they could not believe it, Rogue was byfar the strongest reincarnation of Escliffe and for him to fall. “I-impossible” Thanatos said refusing to believe that Rogue died. “Unfortunately he did die, but it's all for a greater course. He has attoned for his transgressions against God and the other sovereigns, with him gone "they" won't be awakening anytime soon.” A newcomer's voice echoed through the room and a flash of light appeared. As it diminished, a huge eyeball with smaller ring looped eyeballs stared at the individuals, Rogue’s dead body along with an unconscious Shizuki and a sleeping Aqiel were d

They think the young Mort who will dominate the Underground in the future is the "Perfect One" As a child, Mort has already contributed a lot to the clan, especially in ammo and weaponry. He has also won many battles against the Underground countless times. People considered him a threat and is feared by everyone. He became infamous in the Underground and nicknamed him 'DEATH'. Certain and Quick Death, he never lets his opponents speak before he kills them. He doesn't need to hear any of their pleas or last words. The important thing for him is they die in his hand and won't allow them to cheat death.

He sighs and nods, they enter the office and Charlie and Serena are still sitting at the desk. “Bosses, we have some movement and I’m going to need guidance on how to proceed.” Eliza nods, and sits in front of the desk. Eddie posts up against a wall and holds his tablet in one hand. Charlie leans back in her chair and Serena leaves the office. She squeezes Eliza’s shoulder on her way out, she nods. Once she’s gone and the door is closed, Eddie sighs. “Tobias Sansom is dead.”

*drooling emoji* A few seconds later, another message came through. UNKNOWN: You don't believe me, do you? Fine. I'll show you. Three pictures appeared beneath it. My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I opened the first one. Kai was lying against Sebastian's bare chest, grinning at the camera like a fucking hyena. The second one was of Kai's neck and upper chest covered in fresh love bites. The third picture made my stomach drop. It was taken from behind.

he continued. “Thank you for your insight. Now keep it to yourself and fuck off.” The words left my mouth before I could filter them. “I’m not abandoning my entire career because of your insecurities.” “Unlike you, I actually have a reason behind my insecurity—” “My experiments are plant-based!” “So, what!?” Ezra panted. “Your so-called plant-based experiments are still capable of massacres. Deathless Death is an example!” “In a war, flowers don’t kill the enemies, do they?” I towered over him.

"Keep talking to me. Don't cut the call, please. Can you tell me what happened? "The car...it went off the road," I breathed heavily, my eyes threatening to shut down. "May I know your name, sir?" "Xaveir...Everest." "Mr. Everest, can you tell us who was driving?" I remained silent for some time, staring at Bel's head on my lap — her shut eyes, her bloodstained wet dark hair, and the look on her face before she died. She was scared for herself. She hated herself for what she had done.

Jenna was dumbfounded. "You… You were reborn too?" I pressed my lips together, answering, "Yeah. Maybe the universe noticed how unjustly I died, so it gave me a second chance at life. Jenna, in this life, you're going to face the consequences of your greed." With that, I hung up. On the live stream, Jenna was so devastated she couldn't even cry anymore. As Keith wasn't the type to be merciful, he pinned Jenna to the ground and punched her face repeatedly.

resided. "You’re a 'Functional' error, Mother," Ethan growled, his "chiseled" features hardening. "The woman who wrote your code is dead. You’re just a 'Recursive' ghost hauntings a graveyard." The simulation turned. Her face was perfect, but the eyes were "Empty-States"—flickering with the blue static of the Ledger. "Death is a 'Data-Transfer' failure, Ethan. I am the 'Legacy' you cannot delete. Would you like to hear the 'Final Reconciliation' from the 'Thomas Hawke' file?"

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself. One slash for Mrs Hayes. Two slashes for Mr Hayes. Three slashes for Alexander Hayes. Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes. Five slashes for being coward. "Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. "No. Sit down." Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back. "We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."

A whiteboard divided into WEATHER, MOVEMENT, SUPPLIES, CONTACTS, THREATS. Under CONTACTS, she writes: Priya — apartment, mother with her. Carol — home, vehicle, competent. Pete — unknown, loud, useful. Hannah — listening. Denise — probably terrifying someone into washing their hands. Then she adds: Dex — do not contact. She caps the marker hard enough to make the lid complain. Emotional truth: she wonders if he is alive. Deflection: wonderful, abandonment trauma with push notifications. Sharper truth: alive or dead, he is no longer hers to manage.