Going Merry's Death Novelas e Histórias

Marriam and Noland watched the ashes blown into the sky. “She is happy that I am certain,” Marriam smiles. it was finally over and it was time for them to bid their final goodbyes and head home. “Brother, I have an early morning class and I am late, I should get going,” Marriam announced, walking away with Noland who swiftly tagged along. Greg walks over to the man who has been hiding in the shadows too scared to make his presence known. “Penny for your thoughts,” he asked Elder Fern who sighed. “she said she was happy to die with your name and not as my daughter. I have been thinking and I still do not understand why she will choose your life over hers.

Death turned his face towards Moratia and gave a slight nod. I lifted my gaze and looked at Moratia. The Ravens and crows that ripped Mizkeal’s soul away from Kian had long disappeared into the dark portal with his soul. The portal revolved behind Death’s divine yet haunting figure. His face was covered with a skull mask. He turned towards the portal and stretched out his hand towards Moratia. She glanced at me and smiled. “Thank you for everything, Carys,” she said before she turned around and looked into his eyes before placing her hand in his. They walked into the dark portal. Once their figures were engulfed by the darkness, a burst of light shot across the ground, dispersing the ocean’s

The flames danced in the flickering light, casting eerie shadows on the walls as the mourners watched in silence. When the priestess spoke the final words, the bodies of the departed werewolves were set ablaze, the flames consuming their decomposing flesh as the mourners watched in somber silence. The fire crackled and spat, releasing a fragrant smoke that seemed to carry the spirits of the departed to the afterlife. As the flames died down, leaving only ashes and memories behind, the mourners slowly began to disperse. I thanked the priestess and bid her farewell as she departed in her carriage.

Better than Sarah. A small smile spread on my face before I looked at the loading carriages and the smile fell to the depths of Hades. “What about-” I started but the gray-haired man waved me off, pulling me to my feet after I’d realized just how big his hands were as he squeezed mine into his mitts. ”Mary will have a proper burial once we reach the highland city. Where it’s safe.” Hector breathed after a moments hesitation before we trotted back through the litter of pale motionless bodies to where the horses had been stationed.

At this moment, we are now here in the middle of the roadway. “What the hell are you doing? You are going to kill us, Christmas!” he yelled, trying to take my hands off in the steering wheel. “No. You’re just the one who gonna die here!” I opened the door to my side and quickly jump out of the car. [Carlos] “No. You’re just the one who gonna die here!” Christmas shouted and my eyes widened as she jumped out in the car. “Christmas!” I called her and as I look back in front of the road, I quickly jump out in the car as well before the truck could kill me. “Argh!” I groaned as I rolled in the roadway and I watched my car hit by the big truck. Damn!

"Ethan, do you know how Mary died? That day, when Denise and I both fell from the balcony, you thought it was just us who were hurt, didn't you?" Her voice dropped, filled with venom. "But it wasn't just us. Mary had a heart attack, right there on the path you drove down to rush Denise to the hospital. You didn't even notice her—your own daughter, lying there, calling out for you. 'Dad, Dad.' But you were too busy with your precious Denise to hear her.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

He dropped some wine and salad. When he left, Quinn's gaze reverted to me. “I’m sure she’s happy. I’m happy. I’m happy that I’m going to spend the rest of my years with you.” “Hey, and when you die, I’ve been thinking that I would want to be buried in the same coffin as you.” Okay, that made me laugh. “I’ll be stinking as hell.” “No you wouldn’t, because the day you leave, I’m joining you immediately.” I frowned, “why do I have to be the one to leave first?” I interrogated him with arched brows.

Not in celebration. But in agreement. In loyalty. In devotion. Many cried openly. Even Jerry wiped discreetly at his eyes. Marten's next words struck even deeper. "The dead are not gone." He looked upward toward the moon. "They run beside the Moon Goddess now." He lowered his gaze. "And one day, when our battles are finished, we shall run beside them again." A collective sob moved through the crowd. I could barely breathe. Back in Oakwood, funerals had always been elegant.