Estarossa Death Novels & Stories

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

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.

A witch which had not been part of the meeting, came flying down from her broom stick, she ran towards the queen witch as she fell on her knees, black tears streaming out from her cheeks. "What problem do you come with Marcasa" Laila asked, there was no doubt the witch had brought bad news for her. "Sister Ester is dead, she was killed by the alpha king" Marcasa said, as she laid her head on the queen's witch feet. "What! how had that happen. She was not suppose to be dead, she had disguised her self as a bird. How had she failed her task to the extent of been killed." Laila screamed, she was filled with rage, full rage. How had these happened, she had asked her self again, and knowing the f

"Hello, the owner of this phone has just been declared dead after unsuccessful resuscitation. Your number was listed as the only emergency contact. "Please come to the hospital as soon as possible to identify the body and complete the necessary procedures." Alessio froze. "What did you just say?" Just then, Camelia's eyes reddened as she said with a sigh, "How could Estella do this? She's already caused a scene several times today just to stop our wedding. "First, it's the cancer report, and now, she managed to get someone to spread news like that. I know she's upset, but she shouldn't joke about death like that. She was perfectly fine when she pushed me just now…"

he said as way of greeting. Eros said nothing, but greeted her with a curt nod and a smile. “The two of you should enjoy the night,” he said, “tomorrow we plan our attack.” “About that,” Declan said. “What do you know about death omens?” “Oh no,” Rowan said, getting up and walking over to Aster, “you saw death omens?” “I think so.” “How many?” “I am not sure. A few hundred.” “Where?” Eros asked.

"Nowhere left to run." His laugh echoes through the space. "Look at you, playing cop. Always so fucking righteous." "Where's Estella?" I step forward, scanning every darkened corner. "Dead. Burning at the bottom of the ocean where she belongs." My finger twitches on the trigger. "You're lying." "Am I?" His voice moves, impossible to pinpoint. "Ask yourself, Alejandro. How many bodies did they find? How many weren't there?" “What the fuck does that mean?”

But it was too late. On the 24th of Novembris, under the winter stars, the priestess Kressa dissolved into stardust on the Mortal Coast, vanishing from the world forever.

He took a deep breath, his tortured gaze meeting mine. "What's wrong? I felt your grief earlier. What happened?" I asked, and he rested his head on my shoulder, entwining his fingers with mine. "Estella is dead," he rasped, his voice hoarse. I froze, my blood running cold in my veins. "W-what? How is that possible?" I stuttered. "They told me she committed suicide in her room," he replied, and my heart sank. Estella, who had been so full of life, couldn't have killed herself. Something was wrong.

"Do you know when Esther's funeral will be held?" Kevin looked at Bradley, then said, "There won't be a funeral." "Why?" Mandy's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could it be that Esther hadn't died? No, it couldn't be! She had fallen from a high cliff on Coastal Highway 9. How could she not have died? "The cremation is over, and Esther's ashes have already been scattered into the sea." "So soon?!" Mandy exclaimed. Kevin said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to leave the body for Bradley to steal again and put it in the crystal coffin otherwise?"

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.