Going Merry's Death Novels & Stories

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..."

After we split, his life unraveled, leaving him to scrape by on his own. His eyes lit up when he spotted me. He quickly wiped his hands on his clothes and rushed to my side. "Kate, you're back," he stammered excitedly. "Did you miss me? I knew you couldn't forget me." The crowd around us perked up, sensing gossip. I gave a wry smile. "I'm just here for business. Where is Megan? Not with you?"

The memory fades, the kitchen dissolving into mist, and I’m back in Marcel’s arms, his tears falling onto my face. “I love you,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper. “I loved you all my life.” He clutches me tighter, a sob tearing from his throat. “Don’t leave me,” he begs, his voice breaking. “Please, Mercy. Don’t go where I can’t follow.” But it’s too late. The darkness is closing in, pulling me under. I feel his lips on mine, a final, desperate kiss. And finally…peace. Endless peace, and the lingering echo of a love that will live on. Even in death.

“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.

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.

“I promise I’ll take care of myself wherever I am… You’re also the same, Marvelo… Take care of yourself… We’ll meet up again in the future… At that time, I’m dead certain we won’t be separated anymore…” uttered Marius crying extraordinarily bitterly and tearfully.

I asked them. "It's quite near," She said. On the way to the bar, Franki and Selina keep talking about Enrico's and Lloyd's activity for next weekend and I'm just leaning onto the window while staring at the dark sky outside. After a while we finally arrived, Franki parked her car a couple blocks away from the bar. We got into the bar together. I started to hear loud music, just like a normal party where everyone is chilling with one another. I see Sarah is meeting Lloyd while Franki is walking straight to the bar, I follow her and sit next to her. She orders a lemon squash for us, good cause sometimes being wild in our age isn't really good enough for our health.