Goddess Of Death Name

Zyrille Trixie Louis, isang estudyanteng normal lamang ang buhay, mahal ang paglingkuran ang kanyang magulang at bayan bilang isang trainee sa pagiging isang mahusay na detective. Walang kaalam-alam sa pwedeng mangyari at landas na kayang tatahakin. Siya rin ay ang klase ng tao na walang panahon sa pag-ibig at pagkilala ng ibang tao. Dominic Kiro De Jesus, isang anak ng mayaman at kinatatakutang mafia. Walang ibang ginawa sa kanyang buhay kundi ang maglingkod sa kanyang buong organisasyon at siguraduhing na-aayon at walang problema sa nga transaksyong kanyang tinatrabaho. Wala rin siyang kinatatakutan, maging ang kamatayan. Ang landas nila'y magkakatagpo, parehong walang malay na sila'y unti-unting mahuhulog sa isa't-isa, walang malay sa mundong kanilang tatahakin, ay hindi pala gaya ng inaasahan nila. Paano kaya kung ang pag-ibig kaya na kanilang bubuuin para sa kanilang kagustuhan, ay ang mismong landas na siyang magdadala sa kanila sa kanilang kamatayan? LOVE UNTIL DEATH, LOVE SOMEONE UNTIL THEIR LAST BREATH.

Vampires, werewolves, wicthes and humans are all beings that have been fighting and engaging in a batle for dominace, the war between them has been raging on for centuries as Alliances break and new bonds are forged anew. Atarah, who was raised by the Alpha on an island dominated by werewolves. As the only different breed on the island she can't compete with the other werewolves but her unique features set her completely different from ordinary humans. Mysteries surround her birth and her origins, she feels compelled to explore the human world and live her life as a human but the story behind her origins emerges and she sets out to the outside world to discover herself.

Elodie Cassiphea Apostle, a mage who knows that she has something that a normal mage cannot possess. She knows that there is something special about her. The only thing she doesn't know is that she is beyond special.

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?

The Hartmann and the Blackthorn had a deal. She was supposed to stay dead. Now, she’s ruined it all. Eve Hartmann lives in exile, quiet, hidden, and broken, enduring humiliation and abuse from her boss without being able to fight back. She is a barista with secrets in the human world, and a child no one must know about. Especially not him, the Alpha who was promised to make her his Luna and then turned around, tossing it all away. The same Alpha who was about to marry her sister. Alpha Dorian Voss rules the Blackthorn pack with a strong hand, and his fame has spread across lands and territories, reaching even the human world. But when Eve returns, alive and aflame with secrets, everything he has carefully built begins to unravel. The buried past rears its head, and in its heart is a child that carries his blood. Then, there's Malik. Dorian's cousin. He is the charming stranger with ancient blood and eyes that see beyond the physical. He wants Eve. He protects her. And perhaps, he is in love with her. But Malik is already taken. His girlfriend is one of the last witches, and she's ready to burn the pack to ashes for revenge. Eve’s heart is torn between two wolves, the one who broke her or the one who might break the earth to have her. But secrets don't remain buried, and this one might just tear their world apart.

My mom kindly took in the daughter of her deceased friend. Unexpectedly, the girl smoked, drank, fought, and refused to improve. She even fell madly in love with the school bully and jumped into a river to prove her love for him. My mom tried to save her, but the girl pushed her head underwater. The girl was rescued and embraced by the bully, but my mom drowned. Reborn, I stopped my mom from jumping in, but she shoved me into the river, shouting, "Why isn't it you jumping in?"

Nocturne rules the underworld and is determined to never let a human live past their lifespan. One day he encounters Leo, a human who is supposed to die and is bold enough to offer himself to escape death. Nocturne accepts the bold offer and their love story begins. Soon it becomes clear that things are more complicated than they both realized and Nocturne has to chase down his love before he is lost forever.

The night Layla Demetriou’s house burned down, her old life ended—and a new one began. A golden-eyed wolf watched from the trees, and something ancient awakened inside her. Days later, she receives an invitation to Elysium Academy, an elite school in Greece for the descendants of gods. But power comes at a price. The fire that destroyed her home wasn’t an accident, and Layla’s mysterious heritage might be the spark that ignites a divine war. Caught between two rivals— ⚡ Theo, the charming heir of Zeus who lights up her world, and 🌑 Damon, the dark son of Hades who understands her shadows— Layla must uncover who she truly is before her destiny burns her alive. Love. Power. Secrets. Welcome to Elysium Academy, where the gods are watching… and hearts are destined to break.

Late one night after getting off work, I was scrolling through my company group chat when a colleague shared a piece of news. The headline was horrifying. "Night-Shift Courier Murdered During Delivery, Police Suspect Robbery." I zoomed in on the crime scene photo that had been partially pixelated, and a chill ran straight down my spine. Lying in a pool of blood, the courier who had been hacked to death was unmistakably me. I had scrolled into news of my own death. Almost at the same time, my delivery app began vibrating violently. "Urgent pickup! Destination: Unit 704 Hawthorne Ridge Apartments, Building 7. Time limit: 15 minutes. Penalty for timeout: Death." As I stared at the notification that read "Pickup failed three times", the searing pain of my brutal death surged through my body. So that was it. I had already died three times. When I forced open the half-closed security door of 704 for the fourth time, a thin delivery envelope lay quietly inside. I tore it open. A photograph slipped out. It was a picture of my dismembered body. The timestamp showed tomorrow at 7:00 a.m. On the back was a single line written in fresh blood: "Next time, remember to pick it up on time." At that moment, the red indicator light on the hallway surveillance camera suddenly went dark. I looked up. From the ventilation opening in the exact same spot, a single eye was staring straight at me. The mole at the corner of that eye was identical to mine.