Estarossa Death Novels & Stories

Doris reaches out and touches her friend's cheek. ""Go back home..." she stammered, spitting out more blood. Alessa looked at her with panic, then at the man in front of her. She had no idea what had happened, but her fear caused the roots to grow. Epistolo didn't even expect this reaction, the roots launched themselves with all their might towards him and the car, he managed to escape, but Efhesto had his chest pierced by one of the roots that killed him instantly while Alessa hugged her friend's lifeless body. The roots dragged them into the house and sealed the whole place, breaking every spell that was there. Alessa was pulled away from her friend, while she watched all the madness happe

“How long was Estevez there?” “Five months,” Marco said. “Then, terminated. But not by Cortez.” “Then by who?” “He died,” Marco said flatly. “Two weeks before the Paris summit. Car crash. No autopsy was made public. Cortez’s studio paid for everything. No family statement. No funeral records. Sealed report.” Ximena’s stomach turned. Not in fear—**in fury**. “Someone erased him,” she whispered. “Someone didn’t want him talking,” Marco corrected. “Someone who knew what he saw inside your vault.”

"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…"

Across from them, Grayson watched quietly. One hand resting on Alvara. The other on Elysia. His entire world beneath his touch. Outside, evening settled over the estate. Golden. Peaceful. Safe. Life had moved forward. The trials had ended. The Vale empire had become little more than a cautionary tale in business journals. Eliora Aster had been found dead in her prison cell the previous year. No official cause had ever been released. For months the media speculated. Then eventually the world moved on. Alvara had moved on long before that.

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.