Esdeath Powers Novels & Stories

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.

The severed mate bond rips my living existence apart, my connection to mortality shredding as Alistair forces me fully into death. My living body collapses in the real world, dying instantly from the severed bond, and all my life essence floods into my death form. My sons are screaming, watching their mother die again, but I can barely hear them over the power flooding through me. Without living existence anchoring me, I become pure death authority, absolute ending incarnate, more powerful than Death’s Keeper should be. I turn that power on the multiversal Collectors and I don’t just attack them, I end them.

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

“I was shocked, maybe Ivan went through something terrible, even other people he didn't fully trust. Our personalities are very different, yet we've been friends for 10 years." Nolan laughed, remembering the past rebelling with Ivan, which he missed. As Jennifer could tell, Nolan was as good to Ivan as his brother. “Ivan is really talented, with only two empty hands, he has gradually become the person who has the power to control all life in the dark world. His ability is both a powerful weapon and something that many people enviously want to destroy. “In his world, there was only my shadow, so it was very lonely. Jennifer, if you've entered his world, go through it with him, don't leave him

“Yes.” “You understand that what you carry will increase,” I continue, “and that no dispersion will be offered.” He inclines his head slightly. “I have never dispersed it,” he says. “I was not designed to.” That is true. The system does not punish Death. It relies on him to absorb what others cannot. He has always done so without question. Until now. Because now, there is something he will not allow the system to touch. “You have placed yourself between the weave and a variable it cannot correct,” I say.

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.

She concentrated on her inner magical power and spat at him, "Now I am giving you what you truly deserve, after what you did to me! Ezekiel scoffed at her threats, he was feeling more powerful than ever in Moriah's body. He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

Elma Dae argued. “Then they can take back what they’ve bestowed upon me,” Killian declared. Elma Dae’s eyes widened just as there was a loud sound across the sky. The four of them watched as lightning struck the grass, before smoke surrounded them. When the smoke cleared, Xan, the Higher Power of Death, Santos, the Higher Power of Warfare, and Faro, the Higher Power of Knowledge, stood before them. “Those are serious words that you have just uttered young Lycan,” Faro stated.

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."