Estarossa Death Novels & Stories

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"Doesn't he know that I still can't forget Elgar's treatment towards me? But why does he now want to harass me? Doesn't Taylor consider me his friend anymore? Is he obsessed with me like Elgar?" Carista's stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable; she hugged herself, trying to calm down. "Sorry, dear. Forgive me...," Carista murmured to the fetus in her stomach. "Please endure for a while; I won't do anything harmful to you, my child." *** Elgar returned to Rivermoon, desperate after learning the news of Carista's death. Some photos and videos sent by someone had provided evidence that Carista had indeed passed away. "Have you found her grave?" Elgar asked.

She was a former goddess of death, after all. As such, Jester had decided to consult his mother regarding the peculiarities he found when he was examining Estacio’s corpse. She promised to drop by AG HQ tomorrow and study the body with him. Though he didn’t say it, Cressida knew he was silently asking her to verify if Oberon had anything to do with it.

Clint downs it in one go. I look at Calista and she looks at me. We both know we aren’t going to like this news. “Just tell us, Anders.” She says quietly. He pulls up a chair and sits in front of Calista, taking her hand as Clint reaches out and takes mine, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Luna Estella is dead.” My stomach clenches, my whole body goes rigid and my eyes fill with burning tears as Clint’s arm tightens around me. Calista’s free hand flies to her mouth. “Dead?” She whispers, blinking back her own tears.

“We have more bad news.” I stopped walking. “What news could possibly be worse than what you just told me,” I snapped, anger bleeding through because I could not afford fear right now. “Stop dancing around it and say it.” There was a pause on the line. Too long. “The former Luna is dead,” he said carefully. “She collapsed when she heard about Stella.” My breath punched out of my lungs. “Heavens,” I muttered. “Who told her. Was it you. And are you absolutely certain she is dead.”

She gathered energy to surround herself and made a holy armor of blessing. This time she would welcome the death flag if it was to end the suffering of human kind in this world. Aesthelia would willingly become the sacrificial lamb. Her lost soul finally found its purpose before she took her last breath. She will take the villain with her to the grave. "I guess you are different from them," Tusdieos said with a smile—surprisingly it was a genuine smile. Aesthelia was shocked, but it didn't stop her from lunging full speed with the holy sword. When she was about to stab the vampire—Tusdieos teleported.

She squealed. Vincenzo laughed. "Yeah me too." "I'll call Bella and congratulate her." Estrella said. "Jesse es el padre?". "Sí." He nodded. "Something happened Este." "Is everything okay?". She was worried now from the tone of his voice that had suddenly changed. "Jesse was involved in a fatal accident this morning." He told her. "His ex wife died on the spot." "Dios mío!". She gasped. "Is he okay?".

“You’re a selfish, man. You have no idea how much I want you dead for killing my Luna Nora.” “She deserved to die. Don’t hold this against me. Blame her stupid husband for not trusting his wife and believing everything I said.” As Estry approached Theodore, she growled angrily. Her canine and claws both grew in length. She threw the mug to the ground, letting the wine spill everywhere. Theodore scowled. “This is Luna’s holy night. You shouldn’t shed blood due to bad luck. You don’t want bad luck, believe me.” “And trust me, I don’t care. Selena begged me before, but nothing makes me happier than seeing you die.” Estry dashed up to him, trying unsuccessfully to strike him with her claws. Theo

In fact, we had a lovely day after the battle, with all our friends and volunteers and former trainees lounging on the beach and splashing around in the cool water. But something is bothering Orsina. She paces, agitated, which makes Zach worried and upset, and is quickly about to become a massive problem. “What’s wrong?” I ask her that evening, trying to put a calming, friendly arm around her shoulders. She shrugs me off and keeps pacing. “Barrett’s dead. Pretty sure Weston killed him. And now Weston is dead.” “I’m so sorry,” I say, wondering whether to reach out for her again or just keep my hands to myself. “You must be devastated, losing two Alphas like that so quickly.”

The room was still, unnervingly so, as the synthesizer powered down, its steady hum fading into silence. I stood frozen, my hands gripping the edge of the control panel, my breath caught somewhere between relief and dread. The cure—glowing faintly in the containment vial—was complete. But all I could see was Ethan. He was slumped against the floor of the chamber, his usually strong, commanding presence now reduced to something fragile, almost unrecognizable. His skin was pale, his breaths shallow, and his body utterly still.