Esdeath Novels & Stories

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

Or did they think he was joking? "The nightmare isn't over Dad, this," Zinedine said pointing at the body of Elos that had started decaying, no foul smell from the decaying body. "This isn't the real person. Whoever Elos is, he is still alive out there and is playing games, but I love it. May the best man win."

I smiled at Death, she smiled too. “Oh, when I give you my commitment, I’ll be in your mind forever and you can talk to me using TeleCom,” she explained, so I just nodded to answer. “But how come I can give you my commitment if you can’t even walk haha.” She said while laughing so I just frown at her. “All right, you make me feel really bad, I need to get my body treated and let it rest hahaha,” I said while also laughing to Death, she then suddenly hugged me and whispered… “Sephtis Kali Picosa, Accept me whole, this is my Hold and I surrender to you.” She whispered and kissed me on the lips and Death suddenly turned into black smoke and she suddenly entered my mouth…

She looked at me, "Are you sure you want to make her join the Trials, Dai?" What a stupid question. "Of course, I do, mom! Come on, guys. We are talking about Nsomi Eileithya D'Arcy! I can't let her get away with what she did," I looked at all of them. "And I believe each and all of us, hate her for causing the death of our loved ones! Take her own family and my sister as an example. They all had horrible deaths because of her damn power. Do you think it's okay to let her go like that just because she saw her own death? Yes, it must have been fucked up. But she's used to that now. As she said, everyone will die someday, so what's the problem with her death? I would one hundred percent prefer

My vision glowed, my reflection burning back at me in glass somewhere, eyes lit with a wolf-light I couldn’t deny. “Lessie,” Ethan’s voice pleaded desperately. My lips parted. My voice was barely a whisper, carried on the edge of a breath. “Death… is coming.” And then, darkness claimed me.

“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.”

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

A voice behind me. Evelessa. I turn. She’s already there. Watching. “Well?” I ask. She steps closer. Looks at the body. Then at me. “He’s gone.” “Completely.” I nod once. Because I already knew. But hearing it? Makes it real. “He won’t be coming back,” she adds. I glance down at the body. At what used to be Kendrick. Used. Discarded. Finished. “That’s it?” I ask. Evelessa studies me.

Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat. So… why is my heart beating like a trapped rabbit if I’m dead? And if I was not, then what was this place? I couldn’t possibly be dead. Could I? [Player 09. Player 013. Reaper 077. Head to the Exit. Bus doors will be open for survived players after dawn.] An old man from seat number 09 stood and waited at the entrance of the door. He didn’t seem scared at all. As if he was used to all of this.

He is the one who puts their son to sleep when Miles is lazy. "Brothers! Let's start." they opened the Theater room. Then the movie titled 'The Purged' started playing on the big and very wide screen.. I thought it was the purged. But this is different! Distributor of death? "What does that mean?" I asked and Zel answered. "Distributor de muerte is a spanish word which means Death dealer." I was immediately horrified when I heard that. "Hmaestories." is the author. I read what was displayed on the screen. The background is very scary.