Hanare Death Novels & Stories

New York (July 2019) Haneul knew angels weren't supposed to mourn, as they were beings that knew full well how the universe worked. For them, it wasn't a permanent goodbye as the departed soul merely merges with the Macroverse, to be awakened again when the Court of Angels deemed it so after a thousand years or so. And even if Haneul, who was once dubbed by LJ as 'the most angelic of all angels', did mourn, it wouldn't be for her. Mikazuki. Everyone around her had been suspicious of her activities as a messenger angel who had questionable ties with the demonworld before she joined their squad in the Mirror division. But at the news of her death, Haneul couldn't help but feel grief. Amara was

No one dared to divert their attention, curious about whatever news the Black Emperor was about to announce. "Our High Priest, our esteemed guide, Hang Gari, has peacefully passed away this morning. He will be laid to rest tomorrow morning." Illarion took a moment to catch his breath after delivering the news. "Therefore, let us observe a moment of silence to honour the late Hang Gari." The atmosphere immediately fell silent for a few moments. Sitting beside the podium, Princess Hera stared at her brother in disbelief at the news. Her back felt cold, and her hair stood on end.

Her life couldn't be exchanged for anything! Karen suddenly looked up, gazing directly into the cameras, her eyes filled with hatred. She gritted her teeth and said, "I want everyone to remember that the reason I am willing to die today is all because of Hannah Emerson! She is a thief; she stole my Darren!" Now was the time! Hannah's gaze sharpened, and she turned her head to nod slightly at Darren. She knew that Darren's skills surpassed her own, and she trusted his reaction time and their unspoken understanding.

That means… Those men are immortal. Crap. Crap. Holy crap. I curse and curse, banging my fists on the table in anger. They’re immortal and can’t be easily defeated. In a haze, I start pulling up the pictures of his known dead wives. Hanna, a young woman with bright gray eyes. Died at age 32. Lola, hazel eyed woman with raven hair, died at age 34. Abby, she died at age 30. Black eyes and sharp white teeth.

Hoseong told everybody that Sang died due to a heart attack. They concealed the actions of their sister. Tiger's members left the graveyard. Hoseong sent Minho and TaeHwan back home. Harin looked at Hoseong and understood that he seemed depressed. They went into a parking lot. Harin hugged his arm and struck him with her palm. She tried to relax him and Hoseong looked at her without saying a word.

"Because the necklace you gave me was the partner, I saw you wearing this. Thank you for helping me so many times. Thank you because I saw you and got to know you. Maybe the reason why we met us to could teach each other the things we had forsaken. I want to tell you that I love you, my moon. Always just look at the sky because one of the stars there is me, who will watch over you. Always watch the sunset because new hope will come. To my family and to all my friends, don't be sad anymore. I'm happy to be with you all of them and get to know you. Goodbye." Haru cries goodbye to the video. While the others just continued their watching, Arche ran out of the hospice. "Yes. She was Haru Sandova

Hank sneered, "Is people wanting what's mine. Keep it up, and I won't mind getting you locked up again.” "Oh, and one more thing," he said, suddenly grinning like he had just thought of a great joke. "You don't know yet, do you? Your mom's dead. Died right before New Year's last year. Too bad Nancy was too busy with me to bother with that old woman. You have no idea how sad it was. I even felt bad." He laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. I could not take it anymore. I clenched my fist.

Past life. What kind of story were they sharing so seriously. Yuhwan let out a hollow laugh. "I find it so mysterious. Is that kind of thing true? Past life, regression, that kind of stuff." Wondering what kind of occult natured story they were sharing, and thinking that they were talking about useless things quite seriously, Yuhwan just leaked a small snort. "That's why I'm afraid. Fearing I might die early. And since Haneul Jang dies earliest in my past life, I'm worried about that too."

I clutched onto my chest, praying hard that it wouldn't be what I thought it was. "What happened to him?" I forced out of my lips while Gradel gently touched my shoulder. A sob burst out of Mr Hanlow's lips and he fell onto the ground, throwing his hands into the air. My eyes had turned misty but my curiosity was yet to be satisfied so I pressed on for an answer. "Mr Hanlow..." I called his name desperately. He raised his head and sniveled, moistening his lips that had become chappy from crying profusely. "Dalian is dead." He announced.

“Could I trouble you to…take my Aunt Cecilia in? She is not even fifty years old this year and she is only almost seventeen years older than I am. She…can still work. You only have to take care of her occasionally. She has those four hundred thousand dollars now. She can survive if she can do a bit of work. Her grandson is going to high school soon. She truly is very pitiful. I’m begging you, please help her. Is that alright? My aunt…is the only person that I can’t let go of in this world.” Zayn felt distressed when he heard that. “Miss Sharpe, what do you…mean by this?” Hana spoke with a tone so soft that only she could hear herself. “Me? I should have died a long time ago. There is no mean