Estarossa Death Novels & Stories

I tumble into the room. Floyd gapes. “How—” I scramble to my paws and search for Estrella. My stomach drops. Blood gushes from her chest. Thin, black veins spider out from the injury. He fucking poisoned her. I brace to throw myself at Floyd, but Estrella’s eyes flutter open, and I wrench to her side. “Right about… Nessa….” she says weakly. “Love… you.” No. Floyd laughs and drops his dagger. “This is perfect. I’ll call the Snowcrest guard so everyone can see who really killed Luna Estrella.” His gaze goes hazy with the mind-link.

The official statement would go out the next morning—Natalia, ex-Luna of Moonshadow, confirmed dead after a tragic rogue attack ran her off the road and into the sea. They didn’t need to lie about the grief. There was more than enough to go around. I dressed plainly in black and slipped into the shadows behind the gathering, my hood drawn low over my face. No one gave me a second glance. Why would they? I was already dead. The pyre stood tall in the clearing, branches stacked with dry herbs and strips of cloth. They’d placed the body in a closed box—sealed tightly, unviewable. “Out of respect,” Damon had said aloud.

I asked, "Ms. Castillo, can I see Chester?" Eleanor hesitated for a moment before nodding. "The accident was very severe. Mr. Paget's body had to be stitched back together. You should mentally prepare yourself…" She led me to the forensic room, where the air was thick with the acrid tang of disinfectant, the metallic tang of blood, and a nauseating undercurrent of decay that made my stomach churn. On the autopsy table lay Chester, covered in a white sheet. His form was barely recognizable as human. A blood-stained hand protruded from the sheet.

As her vision began to fade, Esteria's mind screamed with unanswered questions: "What just happened? Was I just betrayed and stabbed by my lover, my husband? How could they do this to me?" In her final moments, Esteria's heart harbored a fierce determination: if she were to somehow return from the depths of death, she would unleash a reckoning upon those who had destroyed her life. But for now, her body succumbed to the darkness, her spirit slipping away into the abyss.

Eli’s words hit Belladonna and a smile crossed her lips. He knew. She was happy until she saw Kestra smiling too, her blood-stained teeth coming to light. “M–my String. You can't kill her, I’ll—” cough, “always come back.” She fell back when Eli pulled Belladonna’s hand away, yanking the dagger away from her heart. Kestra collapsed to the ground, dead. “The string!” Belladonna snapped. With Eli’s hand still on hers, she went for the fading string before it would disappear completely.

Why would there be a cemetery inside a forest? He stepped inside and started looking around. Soon he realized that it had tombstones only of the Astley family. All the ancestors as far as they had known. As he walked forward, he could look at the recent ones. He realized the pattern and ran towards the end. As he had thought, he saw the tombstone of the last leader. Louis Astley. It was written that he had passed away 6 years ago. He started looking around it. He saw the tombstone of Catherine Astley as well, she had passed away with him. Ryan didn’t know how they had died but knew that it had something to do with the Scotts. But he couldn’t ask them anything; he was just an employee for the

The reality of his impending death crashed over him, and the terrifying realization that the Luna wasn't bluffing broke his spirit. "Yes! Yes, I did it!" Ostin shrieked, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated terror as he groveled in the dirt. "I coated the blade! I did it for Celine! Please... please don't kill me! I'm sorry! Please!" "Stop," Rosalie told Griat. The blade halted just an inch away from Ostin’s throat.

Mateo sat on the counter, swinging his legs, clutching a crumpled piece of paper Elena had given him that morning. “When is Mamá coming back?” he asked. Rosa’s hands shook as she turned the sign to CLOSED. “Soon, cariño.” “She never stayed this long, I miss my mama” Mateo said sadly. Rosa looked away so he wouldn’t see her cry. ************************ By dawn, the paperwork was complete. Cause of death: Gunshot wound. Time of death: 9:42 p.m. Next of kin: None listed. Elena Rossi was officially dead.

“Welcome to the Silver Moon territory.” She met my gaze steadily, her expression unreadable. “Thank you for allowing me entry, Rykor,” she replied coolly, though there was a tremor of unease in her voice. I nodded, taking in her defiant posture and the guarded pain in her eyes. “Of course. Follow me. I’ll show you around.” As we walked through the lush greenery that surrounded the estate, I caught glimpses of my pack members watching us from a distance—eyes wide with curiosity and apprehension. The stories of the Luna of Death were not easily forgotten, and her presence here was nothing short of a marvel.