Estarossa Death Novels & Stories

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, the two men who cherish me above all else are absent. One is Vittorio Luciano, the only son of the Luciano family from the east, while the other is Carlos Gambino, the heir to the Gambino family from the south. This is a matter that could easily be settled with a few words, yet they try to think up all sorts of excuses to brush me off. "Anna, a gunfight has broken out at the port to the north, so I really can't step away." "I have to hold a family meeting with the elders. I can't skip it." However, the two men have barely hung up on me when I see them appear beside my adopted younger sister, Liliana Siciliano, at her coming-of-age ceremony. The

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

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

Augusto shouted, lunging forward in a futile attempt to grab her. His hand still tried to catch hers in midair, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, her body plunged into the building’s lobby, floors blurring past until the final crash. A heavy silence took over the place. The dull sound of the impact echoed like a tragic and definitive end. Estela lay lifeless on the floor. The red dress spread out like a flower stained with blood. Augusto stood frozen, his chest heaving, his hands trembling. Tears burned his eyes, not from love, but from the horror of it all. Her obsession had reached its limit… and now, its end.

A painful scream escaped my lips, but it was cut short as I felt something hard hit me on the chest, which slammed me on the wall instead, pinning me to it. Still, in my weak state, I managed to raise my head, only to see the clone of Esther. They filled the whole room, and I was unable to count them. The terror in my eyes increased, and my heart started beating faster. "Don't panic, Rey Reed Smith," Esther said, her voice coming out of the clone's mouth at once. "I wasn't going to kill you, I just wanted to have some fun with you." "To hell with you and your clone, "I growled at her," but she only giggled back.