Novelas y relatos de Going Merry's Death

I look at my companions, and we all share a moment of relief. Davis pads over to me, his fur coated in blood. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face. I nod, still in shock from the fight. "We need to move," I say, gesturing to the bodies. The four of us drag the hunters' bodies into the woods, my side screaming in pain the whole time. "I got it." Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened.

Alora asked, completely ignoring his apology. “There was a festival, the Muerte festival!.” Zemia said and took a deep breath. “We called for a feast and invited her and her father but unfortunately that day was the Muerte festival, her father was killed on the way and we assumed she as well had died or had been captured. The villagers masqueraded her fathers dead body around the town but she….” Zemia paused.

His wolf gave mournful howls. “Stay with me.” Her lips twitched with a ghost of a smile. A healer’s voice broke through the thick air. “M-My Alpha…” Marian, the youngest among them, swallowed hard. “The Luna and our prince… they might not make it.” Romero stilled then turned his head slowly. His expression not betraying a hint of grief. It was a smile. Canines gleamed in the almost dark room. “If she dies,” he murmured, “you all accompany her on her way.”

The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains. Then he was lying in our home, calmly making his last phone call. "Hello, I'm dying. You can come now." With that, he cut his wrist. "Aryanna, I'm coming for you." But I turned around and went away, not looking at him. Another tiny grave had been added to the high green hill, and that little grave sat at the foot of the hill. We would never meet again.

She glanced at the glowing silver marriage mark around her wrist. “But the moment your ritual bound me to this realm…” She paused. “…I could no longer reach the bridge.” A chill settled over the gathering. “The souls have no guide,” she continued softly. “Some remain trapped in their bodies. Some wander between worlds. Others are lost entirely.” Duke Aldric shook his head in disbelief. “One woman cannot control death itself.” Nyx looked at him with quiet sadness. “I am not controlling it.” She lowered her gaze. “I am death.”

His eyes reddened as he murmured: "My little Catherine... Daddy has avenged you." Tears fell in silence. At last, I could leave in peace. The final thread binding me to the wolf-soul ring dissolved. My soul scattered into motes of moonlight, drifting slowly toward the Moon Goddess. Behind me, Leo's belated apology: "Catherine... I'm sorry..." But it was too late. Belated redemption could never bring back the one who was already gone. (The End)

On the other end, all I could hear was the roar of a brutal wind. In that same instant, it felt like that wind was cutting straight through my bones. "Claire, stop right there! Come back! Go find shelter now! Don't stay outside!" Her voice wavered through the line, shredded by the freezing wind. "I can't, Maeve! Mom said this is her last wish! Once I finish this for her, she can finally move on!" The wind rushed into my mouth. It was so cold that I could barely force the words out. "You... You knew..."

“That sounds right.” The queen straightens, shadows gathering obediently around her. “Mourn her,” she says gently. “But do not drown in it. The full moon approaches.” She pauses, meeting my eyes one last time. “Maereth died buying you time,” she says. “Do not waste it.” Then, softer—just for me— “She would haunt me if you did.” The darkness folds around her. She vanishes. The fire crackles behind me. Ash drifts through the air like falling snow.

°°° Kaiden dressed in his robe stared at the sleeping figure, he sighed, the substance he had added to her meal yesterday was cable of making her never wake up by calling her name or tapping her. “Forgive me.” He muttered as he carried her in bridal style, he got to the sitting, uttered some words, and stamped his foot eight times on the ground just as the wizard has instructed, soon a portal opened up. To others, Merry had gone to the company but in reality, she is being taken somewhere else. “Forgive me.” He muttered again, he looked around the room and finally stepped into the portal, disappearing completely.

Still, she believed Lance should be aware of this. So far, Ryn was more adept at managing her emotions. The girl gave a huge sigh and began to recount the story. Ryan declared, "Merry is dead." "How come?" Lance took a moment to react to his startled expression. "You know, I should have followed you. I should never have said yes to Albert's invitation to go with him," Ryn said, her expression mournful. Although there was evident curiosity on Lance's face, the man refrained from speaking to avoid interfering with the story. He paid close attention to what Ryn had to say.