Esdeath Powers Novels & Stories

“More than we’ve ever fought before.” “Are they alive or dead?” “Both, probably.” She nodded like that made perfect sense to her now. Like she’d already accepted that her world included armies of walking corpses and monsters. “Will my power work on dead people too?” “I don’t know, sweetheart. I guess we’ll find out.” Debbie’s hands started to glow again. The white energy building around her fingers like she was getting ready for another war. “I don’t want to kill more people,” she said quietly. “But I don’t want them to hurt you and Daddy either.”

J is like common beings of some sort. E.J however turned his gaze to the three immortals. Their bodies was not shaking anymore. It seems they recollected and composed theirselves. Looking at them, like he thought earlier- they are no ordinary beings. A silent amused smile formed from his lips. Well he too is not an ordinary beings. Now that he let it out, there's no way he will suppressed it again. This is who he was. This is what he is. He is DEATH!

Adonis asked, hoping to see if they could get an explanation for Bethany's powers. "Unfortunately kid, I can't see more than what I saw yesterday. I am guessing her powers are a result of you using your powers on her. You know you are quite powerful. You are a death agent formed from the union of the previous Lord of death and the Elkanel. It is a pity you are yet to realize the death of your powers." She said. "Look, I really do not have a lot of time today, but if you want more information on the death agents you are free to read this book." She pulled out a large leather bonded book.

“DEATH, REBIRTH, REINCARNATION, AND CHANCE. SHALL I LAY UNTO YOU THE REAAL DEAL OF THE SEVEN EXISTING WORLDS, WHERE THE ORIGINAL AND THE ROT OF ALL LIES TO WHAT I CALL,” SHINZO DIMENSION

"The power... is it finally dead?" ​Julian knelt beside me. He looked human—exhausted, bruised, and covered in the dust of the manor. He reached out and touched my hand. His skin was warm, but the silver marks that used to crawl up his neck were gone. ​"The connection to Silas is dead," Julian said. "The Debt is wiped clean. But the energy... it doesn't just vanish, Elowen. It’s just sleeping." ​I looked around at the silent city. "Why did we come here? Why didn't the Altar just send us back to the beginning?"

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

Before he could figure out what had happened, James had already begun to counter his attacks. James raised his hand, summoning black mist that formed mysterious inscriptions. The mysterious inscriptions gave off an eerie feeling. James spoke decisively, “Die.” As soon as his words left his lips, incredible power burst out from the black inscriptions. The black inscriptions were a fusion of Curse Inscriptions and Death Power. The inscriptions James had summoned contained the essence of death itself. The force encased Pierre and ate away his body. Pierre panicked and tried everything he could to neutralize the force.

The day I discover that my husband, Nick Goldberg, is cheating on me, my severe depression drives me to climb up to the rooftop. My older sister, Natalie Swift, stabs him before dragging him over to apologize to me. From then on, Natalie moves in with us and becomes his strictest watchdog. Every time he so much as twitches, Natalie is even more anxious than I am. With Natalie keeping watch over Nick, he genuinely changes. He deletes all of the female contacts he has and comes back home on time. It's to the point that he even reports to me when he's just going out to throw the trash. Because of this, I think that this battered, broken marriage of ours is finally getting a fresh start. Ho

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a