Glory And Deathbringer Novels & Stories

"My husband is gone. Do something please, Annali-" The anguish of Gloria's loss haunted me, her plea for my help hanging in the air as a werebie ruthlessly plucked out her heart from the back. It was a gory sight and her death left me dumbfounded. Just that evening, my father had died, and Gloria who had once advised me like a mother was also dead. I cried even more. I had never felt so powerless. The night descended into a horrifying bloodbath. Helplessly, I bore witness to the ruthless slaughter of those who dared to oppose Dhruv's dominion as the new god. The realization dawned upon me - I was utterly powerless against his reign of terror.

From silent stone and broken tomb, Shine once more, O silver bloom. Your blood runs deep in chosen kin, Now call your spirit forth again. Light the sky and shake the ground, Break the chains that kept you bound. Come in glory, fierce and free— Let your soul rise up in Talia. By moon and flame, by bone and breath, Speak through life and laugh at death. O Keeper’s flame, O ancient name, Let none who who obeys remain the same. Tiara, wake! Tiara, rise!

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."

He raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be ready. Suddenly, a group of survivors appeared from behind the trees, their faces marked by desperation and greed. They were armed, some with makeshift weapons, others with guns that looked far too advanced for this broken world. The leader of the group, a tall man with a scar running across his cheek, stepped forward. “Well, well,” he said, a dark grin forming on his lips as he eyed the convoy. “Look what we have here. Looks like you’ve got something that belongs to us.”

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

Glutton was known as the careless ghoul. This was also why Rayven chose to take it with him—because of his hunger to taste the pleasure of killing humans. He never hesitated to kill when he wanted to. Glutton's back faced Raia. "I saw... everything, Raia...I hear them all," he said, his words sending shivers down Raia's spine. Raia's anxiety doubled as Glutton suddenly removed his clothing and revealed his bloodied body.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I was dead to everyone I knew. The heroes of the battle of Sapiro rest on this hill, with a good view of the castle. Even in death, they guard the kingdom whose freedom was born from their sacrifices. On the topmost part of the graveyard, Jace’s tombstone was placed. I bet he was celebrating on the other side because he gets to be the hero, just like what he told me.

Then I turned to Elodie. "Do not worry, Branwen girl. I don't want to see your death either. Just don't look at me in the eye, I'm not the monster you think I am." I turned to my brothers. "I'm not a killer. I did not ask to have this curse. I was simply born with the power to see others' deaths. Not to cause it. Although everybody seems to be too dumb to understand that, and just choose the easy rote that is to bully me for something that is out of my control and that cannot be changed!" To my luck, the carriage stopped the moment I was done talking. I felt like vomiting, but I hide the annoying feeling from everyone. Then I opened the door, without the patience to wait for someone to come

Hiss. Spier: Rather than someone…They are standing right here before you. Hahaha. Yes. We are the Fallen ones..The Twelve Constellations of Death who are responsible for the destruction of Worlds. WE ARE THE IMMORTALS OF THE HOLY GRAIL.