Glory And Deathbringer Novels & Stories

Miguel ran his tongue along my jaw and looked down at me and gasped. "Your eyes are glowing," he muttered in awe. "Yes and my cock is throbbing, I'm horny as hell and need release," I growled softly, not wanting to frighten him. I was Death and with that came certain physical aspects that he was going to figure out this very night. I heard him swallow. I bent over and licked him from neck to navel as I ran my hand across his swollen member.

He said, "You and Adeline are both our daughters. You've always been the same in our eyes." I thought death would numb me and that I would never feel anything again, but when I saw them once again choose to believe her, pain ripped through my chest like it never had before. All these years, they had trusted every word out of her mouth and never once came to ask me the truth. Even after my death, they still chose to believe her. The pain was unbearable. That kind of soul-tearing pain was a thousand times worse than death. My funeral was scheduled three days later. That day, I returned home with my parents in spirit form. I hadn't been back since Clara went missing. I never thought my first ti

I lifted my hand, gently touching the cloud of black mist as it rose higher, beginning to take on a familiar shape. “No. Not him.” I snapped, and the mist stopped as a cold chuckle filled the room. “Elara,” Hera warned, sounding terrified. “Then who, if not your mate?” Death’s voice filled the room, and goosebumps rose along my skin. “You,” I demanded, and he remained still, a dark, featureless creature. “You summoned me to make a deal, Light-Bringer?” Death said in a deep, low purr. "I'm intrigued."

I, Luna Queen Kelly, danced at death's door alongside my pack, my heart hammering against my ribcage, fueling my limbs with an adrenaline that tasted of iron and moonlight. The night sky, once a canvas of peaceful twilight, now bore witness to our war, its stars obscured by the thick smoke rising from the scorched ground of our battlefield. My son Eden, his eyes aglow with ancestral power, weaved illusions that twisted the air, disorienting our enemies while Elara struck with precision, her form a black specter that evoked fear even in the bravest hearts.

Deathbringer was a legend. Many dreamed of one day defeating Deathbringer, just for the bragging rights alone. Taking Deathbringer down would earn them eternal glory in the underworld. But most knew better than to try. They understood they'd end up just another bloodstain in Deathbringer's wake. Still, there were always those bold enough, or foolish enough, to roll the dice. If they won, they wouldn't just rival Deathbringer. They'd replace Deathbringer.

Everyone cursed at me and wanted me dead. On the day of the trial, the furious families broke through the bailiffs, and a bottle of sulfuric acid was hurled at me. I collapsed on the floor as the acid splashed on me, screaming and rolling until the pain eventually killed me. Only then did I realize it had all been a plan to get rid of me. Danny did not care whether I lived or died. He had run to comfort the shaken Ruby instead. "Don't be scared. She deserved all of this."

"Not yet, it is the curse of Thalia, and you, you have been chosen to be the one to break it, Thalia Grace." That gentle voice sounded, Thalia suddenly jumped. Turns out she wasn't dead yet, she opened her eyes. Facing her eyes was a girl, the girl she met in the room, that girl was no longer as scary as at first, but in front of Thalia's eyes was a girl with a beautiful small face, however. What caught her attention was that the girl had no eyes at all. That girl gently said to Thalia: "Thalia, you own my eyes. Yin and Yang eyes, from now on you can not only see the souls of the dead, but you can also see my memories."

The way Saiva said that in a low tone got them thinking it must be serious! "Your next goal is to gather the seven orbs. It will not be as easy as rescuing wolves. Even trying to steal one of the orb might kill all of you. And you know death is a restart button or it might be game over. The Angel of Death is mischievous, and if we put this like a game, he is the worst enemy-- the game maker." "If he is the game maker then how will we achieve this? He is too powerful for us and worse he would just crush this world!"

He sighed and looked at the chandelier hanging to the ceiling. "She has beautiful eyes which dazzle, Yang. Her hair always touches my face like soft feathers when she is close to me. She smells like a wild wind and looks like a fire... She looks like the rhythm of beautiful dance form when she walks angrily towards me. She captures things in drawing as it is, just like she has grabbed my attention..." He said in daze. "She knows how to use a gun..." He looked at him impressed. "And she worships goddess Kali, do you know she is also known as goddess of death... Isn't it amazing?"

Evan bent down and took her earrings off, saying, "I made these earrings myself. They're one-of-a-kind, and they belong to no one but Lyra. You're not worthy of them." Those words made Carmen glare at Evan before she took her final breath and died. It was also then that I found out Evan had made those earrings himself. That explained why he could tell that Carmen had lied the other day. Covered in blood, Evan kneeled on the floor, but he didn't let go of the scalpel. Sensing that something was off about Evan, I prayed he wouldn't do anything foolish. Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart.