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.

“See? It’s nice isn’t it?” Breeger couldn’t nod so replied, “Yes.” “Good. Now back to the point. On the day that Atomas was sentenced to death one man was cursed enough to have Atomas blood splatter on him. Do you remember who he was?” Breeger did not have to think. “Of course it was Estor.” “That’s right. And what happened to him after he was splattered with Atomas blood.” “I killed him,” Breeger said flatly.

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. “I’m sorry love. I know all of you were close. I’m not sure I believe the story of what happened. It was a war, after all. But you’ll hear it, so it’s better that you hear it from me. They say they found her dead body in the arms of Eli Gunnar, the boy that Alpha Jerome banished nearly a year ago.”

“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.”

“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.”

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.

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.