Gallows Born Book Novels & Stories

My eyes filled with tears, my hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, the image of my daughter's gruesome death flooded my entire mind. "But Sam's been sterile for some time now. How are you going to explain the baby in your belly to him?" Pete Griffith hugged Jody Parker, letting out a playful, teasing laugh.

Those eyes of hers grow lifeless, Garth is too late to act. The goblin stands up and lucky for Garth, the dead body and the way it is hand conceals his visage for now. A green hand is pressed on the dead body's lower stomach. A firm open palm first before switching to the back of his hand. “Cunt died on me.” He says under his breath. He grabs a piece of paper from the back deck of his cell room and then begins to read it. It’s a log of all their kidnaps and the ones that are ready and prepped for selling. While he walks over to the dead dwarf, he reads these logs unnoticing the large man. Through the paper, he feels a large hand on his face, propelled outward and gripping his visage. Garth’s

Their stock plummeted like a free-fall, crashing straight to the bottom. Luxury cars were impounded. Priceless artwork confiscated. Even their wine cellar, once filled with rare vintages, was sealed off. The once-glittering banquet halls now stood eerily empty. A family that once sat above the rest had plummeted from the clouds straight into the abyss. Scarlett gave birth to a son. From that moment on, Anna realized that her once-loving grandmother, Rachel Turner, had changed. Her allowance was cut off. Her name erased from the will.

CHAPTER 124: THE HUNGER OF THE NEW GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a birth is rarely a beautiful thing—it’s a bloody, violent struggle for air in a world that wants to keep you small. But this? This wasn't a birth. It was an awakening of a hunger so ancient, so primal, that the very air in the "Project Genesis" dome seemed to curdled into ash.

We reached the library, where a massive fireplace dominated the room. "The crest," I said, pointing to the stone mantle. Ruan reached up and pressed a hidden lever in the carving of the thorned rose. With a sound like a thousand grinding stones, the back of the fireplace swung inward, revealing a narrow, stone staircase that spiraled down into the earth. We descended into the "Gallows." The vault was a circular room, its walls lined with thousands of glass jars. But they weren't filled with coins. They were filled with files, letters, and physical samples—the "Genetic Tithe" records that had birthed the Board’s project.

The one-eyed man's tone left no room for argument. I watched Alessandro hesitate. Finally, his guilty gaze landed on me. "I choose the blonde." He'd just sentenced me to death. "Jesus, Alessandro! I'm carrying your child!" I collapsed to my knees, shaking my head and reaching for him. This was the first time I'd broken down crying in front of him. It was also the first time I'd begged. "Please, my baby already has a heartbeat!" But all I heard was, "I'm sorry, Cecilia. Please forgive me."

My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling. I was dead. I'd been sold to the brothel, tortured beyond measure, devoured by dogs until nothing was left of me. And all of it—every last shred of suffering, every ounce of guilt I'd carried for "killing" my brother—had been one colossal, sick joke. A tidal wave of absurdity and bitter rage crashed over me. My spirit screamed in silence, howling, splintering apart. But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm.

A means ,worn for the space. "Pack Blackwood," he said, and the hall went silent in the manner that rooms become silent for men like him spoke loudly: instantly, totally, and without opposition. "We gather tonight under old law. Eira kept her eyes forward. Her hands, loose at her sides, did not move.

“I’d rather die with dignity than live a meaningless life! I was in so much pain those days!” Controlled by his genetics and crushed by his emotions, he was powerless. He could only watch himself become a burden to my family. Tears streamed from Miles’ eyes, and our family embraced each other, crying our hearts out. At that moment, I was grateful I had been reborn. I had completely changed both my fate and Miles’. This time, our family would not end up broken like it did in my previous life…

Yet what if— What if there was a loophole? A weakness? A forgotten condition? A way back? Genoviva looked thoughtful. Order looked troubled. Chaos suddenly appeared. Naturally. The ancient being looked alarmed enough that nobody complained. For once. The silence stretched. Then understanding hit me. Suddenly. Violently. The stolen book. The Origin Book. The one Elias had taken from the Spirit Realm. The book about bonds. Connections. Creation. Breaking. Unmaking. My stomach dropped. I stood so quickly my chair nearly tipped over.