Glory And Deathbringer Novels & Stories

Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.” A single tear of starlight rolled down Nyra’s cheek as the cradle’s runes pulsed in black and gold. The new dawn trembled, ready to be tested once more…

Cadell Brian's cold eyes flashed, turning into an evil demon blade, and slashed at Ethereal Warbringer madly. "Who is the Ethereal Warbringer? Like it's a bit familiar! Ignore it! It's all completely destroyed anyways! This world, this universe, just need to be completely destroyed!! whatever Cadell Brian, whatever Tadhg Walter, they will all die!" Ethereal Warbringer's eyes flashed with madness, revealed a cruel smile, and shot at Cadell Brian. The evil demon knife and the destruction demon claw hit the same place, and the evil demon knife collapsed, and the terrifying shock wave spread in all directions.

Her white eyes glowed and fury was written all over her pale visage. History was being rewritten. A history that had happened millions of years ago was about to take place again. The war and death goddess got up from her throne and with the Okulus, she used it to summon her army. An army that she would take with her to that mortal world and finally procure Reign—the last of the Heralds. "Our time has come my loyal subjects! Now let us go and get what is rightfully ours!" she hissed just as the thundering footsteps of her army could be heard already gathering behind her.

As the chant crescendos, the heat started becoming more pronounced and a red glow that resembles that of a heating volcano could be seen revolving around the central lock-like compartment on the casket ceramics. "Oh, mother of all living creatures, the birth of the rose and thorns. We of your most noble descent swimming in thy blessing of the power of the blade and chalice, go down on our unworthy knees to proclaim the wonder of your majesty. As you have once again delivered to us your humble servants the hope of the world to come. That on Mount Moriah, your city will be rebuilt and the glory of the kingdoms be delivered to you in the chargers of human souls. Your son has come again. The man

The woman had finally made it out from under her comrade and knelt in disbelief next to what was left of Gian. "Headquarters? It killed Gian and Cristiano disappeared. I need reinforcements immediately and I ... ", she said with an effort, back into the air. No, it wouldn't, it couldn't come anymore, thought Azrael seriously. "His head and hair were white as white wool, bright white as snow, and his eyes like flames of fire, his legs shone like gold ore that glows in the furnace, and his voice was like the rush of water," he continued to recite from the Bible.

I think of the oath I swore at this grave with blood on the stone and a priest as witness, and I think of the authorization code in violet ink with the initial T, and I understand that the vengeance I wanted would have made me the same thing as the man who signed the order. I stand. I turn away from the grave. Serafina is still waiting at the edge of the grove, her hand now empty at her side, her eyes on my face. "Walk back with me," I say. She falls into step beside me without a word. We cross the grove together, past the olive trees and the dry earth and the place where the bullet came from an hour ago, and we walk through the gate into the courtyard where three capos are dead on the stone

She'd gotten so absorbed in her grudge that she could see nothing else. Aldonra twirled her fingers in the air, and something white and sheer began to coat her fingertips like a glove. It was a trail of smoke, coming from the vast valley and stretching towards her. "You see, Hellborns are agents of Death," she said, calm and soothing once more. "We are defenders, upholders of the system. Since the beginning of time, we are considered to be the personifications of Death. But I . . . I was born with a gift of life. I can give it to others, I can sustain it. Before, I had no idea I can reach that level, but now I do. I can give it to you, Katalina. I can give you your father. Hand me the medall

Khorvall - God of Time ⏳ Bloodline Name: Khorvalen Traits: déjà vu sensations, aged eyes, glitchy auras Signature Magic: time loops, slow fields, future flashes Trial Weakness: chaos or blood magic that interrupts temporal flow 12. Ossira - Goddess of Death ☠️ Bloodline Name: Ossirae Traits: darkened sclera, necrotic affinity, commune with spirits Signature Magic: soul tethering, spirit summoning, deathmancy Trial Weakness: divine light, purified relics 13. Sanguira - Goddess of Blood 🩸

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Just above his house, dark cloud converged and a black streak of lightning smashed atop of the house, decimating it to rubbles. Lucifer came out of the house, cloaking Aqiel and Akemo with her Metaphysical essence, She felt the signature but was a bit slow in reacting before the lightning struck. She only managed to get away with slight burns, she looked up and gritted her teeth. “Who are you? What do you want with us?” “I'm Conquest,” “I'm Death” The two announced themselves as they descended to the ground. They elegantly landed before Lucifer, their expression unreadable. Conquest stepped forward and extended her hand forward, light blasted out and from it form a vividly beaming horse with