Esdeath Novels & Stories

she asked. "Soñar," She gasped again and smiled, "I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope Soñar gets repaid badly for his misdeeds," I let out a choked laugh and cleaned my tears, "Soñar is also dead. Dashiell killed him."

“He’s still my brother, I know. And yes, I’ll be upset when the day comes and he finally kicks it. But only for my parents.” Quinn’s frown deepens. “If that’s how you really feel, then okay.” I sigh. “It’s not. I wish it was though.” She nestles her head back against my chest. “I did tell you I like honest-Archer best.” “I feel like an asshole when I’m honest about Bobby,” I admit. “I do care about him because he’s my brother, and he wasn’t always a piece of shit. I’ll be sad when he dies, but sometimes I wish it’d just happen already.” I’ve never spoken these words out loud before. I’ve barely let myself even think them. “Every time my phone rings I wonder if it’s the call. And if it’s not

Sunny Life: “Desert is usually a gentle girl. Getting killed once make a lady a bitch!” Desert: “It’s none of your business. Dark Death, come out and explain. Why did you kill me?” Dark Death: “Do I need a reason to kill you?” Desert: “Can’t you give me a reason? Aren’t you fighting for Lucifer? Last time I saw you standing next to each other. I have a screenshot of it. Dark Death was standing beside Lucifer with invisibility. I just used a kill at that time so, I could see the hidden Phantasm.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

He is standing on the beach of Life Zero, holding my white Scythe, but he is alone. ​I am trapped in the "Between," the space where dead timelines go to die. And standing in front of me isn't Silas or my younger self. ​It’s the real Elowen—the one who died in the very first life, a thousand years ago. ​"Welcome home, little sister," she said, her voice a soft, terrifying whisper. "We've been waiting for you to complete the circle."

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

He turned to me, eyes dark and unreadable. “Now,” he said. I pulled the drive from the dry-bag and plugged it into the rugged laptop we kept for exactly this kind of moment. The screen lit up. One file. No password. Just a video. Damian pressed play. The face that appeared was Eze’s, older, gaunt, recorded in the same bunker we’d just left. The timestamp was three days old. “If you’re watching this, I’m dead. And you’re still alive. Congratulations.”

"I'm taking my brother home." The comments began popping up again. "Am I the only one who thinks Daniel's life has been tragic? Even if the three female leads love him, the damage they caused is real." "I agree. Their attempts to make up for it came way too late." "What more do you want? The female leads already love him a lot!" I watched Elena and the others coldly. Then I heard the system's voice. "Host detected as deceased. Do you wish to be transported back to your own world?"

AnneMarie bowed her head, grateful for the save. “Ave? Kate? Where are you?” I opened the link as I shifted back. “We finished the southwest. Is everything okay? I lost contact with Red,” Kate said. She sounded like she was catching her breath. My chin trembled. I told everyone through the open link. “Elessios is dead. Kill everyone who doesn’t want to surrender.”

The same techniqued he uses to those ten notorious men. As the dust of smoke died down, the enemies were still standing but there bodies covered in tiny wounds as their clothes shredded into pieces. But the damage was not major it was only minor ones still E.J made them to cough blood. He knew E.J well. He has many on his sleeves and he could feel he's holding himself to lunged at the nine men. E.J once told him about his past, how he became an assassin in such a young age of seven. He never go into details but he knew, E.J was telling the truth. His mother once talked to him about what he saw on E.J. She said, E.J was the bringer of death. That whenever he went death always follow. She sai