Glory And Deathbringer Novels & Stories

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

" Our eyes met and hands touched, Lights dimmed as our eyes clashed. Mask covered our faces but our voices heard, Two years without you weren't roses on bed. Eyes remained unblinked, both yours and mine, Touches ignited the calming inferno again. I stand confused, bewildered and betrayed, Is it really you or am I dreaming again? Masks came off, faces uncovered, It was really you, still beautiful like the old days. They said you were no more, How did you come back, fighting rage and gore? Tears flowed as our gaze melt, Heart sped as our lips met. I couldn't forgive you, for you changed my world, Not for good but for worst. Kept yourself away, and our baby girl, Killed me everyday for two year

There was no deafening explosion, only the eerie silence of matter disintegrating. In the white light, Naomi's body and the tower turned to dust. [Time remaining: Three minutes.] "Clifford, are you ready to return?" the system asked. I watched the three people who had once been the closest to me meet the most horrific ends imaginable. "Let's go," I said quietly to the system. I took one last look at my headstone and whispered, "Goodbye, Dad, Mom, and Naomi. So long, Clifford Sullivan." I'd never forgive them, and we'd never meet again.

A loud gasp escaped my mother’s lips, “Daniel, he didn’t mean it he’s clearly intoxicated!” Silence fell around us as the conversation had drawn an audience. My father came from a long line of Betas and had already earned his title in the usual way by defeating his father in combat. Not to mention he had stood by Alpha Atticus (Austin’s father) through countless pack wars through the years. The last one that claimed Alpha Atticus’ life left my father with a blown-out shoulder and an ankle that did not heal properly giving him a slight limp. He gave his all for his Alpha and I know he would until my brother came of age for the title.

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

The people rallied, their weapons glowing faintly in response to Isabella’s energy. “She’s calling us to war.” --- Back at the Root, the choir twisted into a final form: a swarm of spectral voices, a manifestation of sorrow made flesh. The Sorrowing Choir took shape as a woman cloaked in veils of lamentation, eyes pouring tears of fire. “You cannot unmake what grief has claimed,” she hissed. Isabella raised her hand, her sigils burning across her skin. “I can remind them of joy.” The final battle of the spirit began.

It held its own bright magic, wild and free, uncaring for Witch Queens or dead Kings. As he raised his head to see it once more, he saw instead something bright, a spark. A flame. It glittered like the rising sun, both destructive and beautiful. Maybe there was mercy after all, he thought, on the verge of collapse as the sun began to pink the horizon. Death. Death came to him as fire. River Black

She heard his voice behind her when she entered, so how did he- "You'd blow my cover." A seemingly magically made being smiled at her. "Bl- Blow your... cover?" She stuttered out, spellbounded by the beauty of this being. He had glowing eyes that changed every second from deep orange to light bright red. His hair was dark and long but tied back at the back of his neck down to his waist. His face was... It seems to have been carved out by some beauty god or something. His eyebrows, his nose structure, his lips and jawline. Everything was just... Perfecto!

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

I stood up in shock when I saw it because of its appearance. “Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned,"