Gallows Born Book Novels & Stories

She rolled over onto her back, her dark eyes widening as she looked up through the dense treeline. The Gilded Fortress was gone. The massive, multi-million-dollar Bedford estate was a towering inferno of orange flames and black smoke, the dark stone structures collapsing into a massive crater of burning rubble. Everything Dominic had used to cage her, everything she had fought against for weeks, had been completely erased from the face of the earth in a single, calculated stroke of treachery. "Vivian..." A low, ruined groan drifted from the dark shadows beside a massive pine tree.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

Fifty-six minutes remained before the final sweep. He pulled his heavy black coat tighter around his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of stone. He had successfully penetrated the absolute center of the empire, but as he stepped out of the gatehouse and into the freezing downpour, he knew he wasn't going back to the light unchanged. The Ghost had finally taken the throne, and the throne was made of bone.

5,000 Years Later: Once upon a time, a dying father sold his child to the man of many names. Death is a judge, but he is also a lawyer, and he makes fit the scales of life to balance with his gall. Life for a life, blood for rain, and never a rose without a thorn. Stains of the earthly kind do not wash out, not when they are upon the soul, and the father’s girl was wine red. Born kicking and screaming with a birthmark in the shape of wings on her back. Her mother died in labor, for no one cheats the Reaper.

"How dare you bite me, you stupid old man!" The wheelchair did not have any breaks on, so that kick sent the wheelchair rolling straight down the stairs. Dad fell to the ground as well, and his head crashed into a corner of the wall at the bottom of the stairwell. There was a dull thud. Blood was everywhere. Dad died in that fall. Alex had murdered him. This time, he could not weasel his way out. As killing his own father was an aggravating factor, Alex was sentenced to death.

I growled sourly as one guard yanked my arms behind my back and shoved me forward. "Find my pup, Gallum!" I cried out before being escorted from his suite. I was taken down to the lower levels of the palace. It was dank and dark. My eyes started to glow to see where I was being taken. "Why is he doing this to me?" I questioned Aspen internally. My wolf was low growling and not answering me with words. Passing several iron bar cells, I was taken to a room with a steel door. Once the guards opened the door and the light was turned on I noticed that it was a normal room. A bed, furniture, and other furnishings filled the small area. "There is an ensuite in the back, you might wish to shower bec

CHAPTER 16 The Ghost In The Machine POV: Elara My eyelids opened slowly as the cool air brushed my skin. Right from the ceiling, my eyes started to scan through the room. Had Roman found me? Had he taken me back to the Crescent Estate…. Oh my days!! ….This can’t be happening.

This book right here in my palm, it's a record, written in literature form. I guess when they say, some people just like to keep records of all the evil stuff they had done, my father is part of those *Some people* This book here is titled : How I killed the barcelona ambassador... Like what in fucking hell. Who in their right senses would keep a thing like this. I picked up another book, and this one is titled... The fall of Mr Gath. Many other books had their own specific title, and I feel so horrible to know my father would keep a record like this. Isn't he afraid that the ghost of this people might hunt him down, or that he could get arrested and all this, right here.... Would be use as

But ghosts know how to haunt. It wasn't easy getting access to the chamber that held the book—so many locks, and traps—but one of the benefits I got from being with Thane—even though it was only temporary and ended with nothing but pain—was that I knew a few things others didn't. My hands trembled as I lifted the book, its cover worn, symbols etched deep into the leather. It thrummed beneath my fingertips—alive. I barely made it past the border before they caught me. Thane’s warriors.

" Hearing those words, an icy unease had crept into my chest. However, I said nothing. I told myself I was overthinking it. I wish I had trusted that feeling. The next morning, several police officers knocked on my door. "Are you Nevaeh?" I nodded, confused. "Yes… Did something happen?" "You are suspected of involvement in a serious murder case. Please come with us." As they spoke, they moved to put handcuffs on me. I stumbled back, panic surging through me. "What are you talking about? When did I kill anyone?" The way they looked at me turned sharp, almost hostile. "Last night, you broke into a family's home and kidnapped their newborn baby.