Illumi Death Novels & Stories

Constantine stood there for a while, before sighing and leaving as well. Ryder sat in the passenger seat on the way back. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help during the battle, Deacon Penn." "It's fine, everything would've turned out the same anyway," Wilbur said. Ryder frowned. "Are you sure Suelyn Onyx is dead?" "She was torched to ashes under the holy light of the Church of Holy Illuminati. I doubt she'd be able to come back to life." "That's good. Will you be writing the report, or should I?"

Russell nodded lightly and said, "In the future, I will be very cautious and careful, and I won't let anyone down with a Venomous Worm again." Zoey nodded, "Nathalie died." Russell's eyes grew slightly cold, "She was seeking her own death, and her death was not worth regretting. What happened to Lilliana?" Zoey pursed her lips and said, "After Lilliana gave you the Venomous Worm, she personally dealt with the Golden Worm. She didn't have time to explain the reason and then she passed away. But I guess it's because the Venomous Worm would be extremely painful after eating the Bound Worm, and the Venomous Worm and the worm raiser are inseparable. Lilliana was also in great pain, so she chose t

Large black spots covered their bodies, and blood ran from their nose as they struggled for air, each breath causing a rattling sound. “Lucien!” Elara gasped in horror. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she had never seen it. When our pack first fell ill with the sickness, we had searched high and low, but no one had been able to heal them... not until Death himself offered me a deal. Before I could grab her, she was moving toward them with her chin held high and her shoulders back, her hands glowing faintly at her sides. She had just saved my sister’s life, faced Death, been hurt by him…. But she was still willing to give more.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Opening her eyes again, Lila, without feeling anything, the void in her chest large and deep, consuming all that she was, lifted up the sheet of paper and placed it within the flames, holding onto the very edge of it as Jasper's face first burned away. Emmet's own was second, leaving her alone in the image for a brief second, until she too was consumed by the flames and rendered ash and dust and nothing remarkable, ready to be swept away and dumped in the bin. Lila... she would honestly prefer for, when she died, someone to simply to not notice her corpse and leave her to rot and to not be found. Cremation was relatively cheap but still involved somebody putting in some exertion, and getting

girl:- no one becomes a member of illuminate, only illuminate decides who can rise or fall, my father's company works on medical that can cure aids, but in doing so they have created a slow poison that can kill million people in two months, what special about that poison is that nobody can trace that poison even after postmortem, our government want to sell this medicine, but my father was against it, so he rebels, illuminate shut him down, in exchange for power and money, now illuminate possess that poison, my father didn't like it, but if he doesn't do what they say, they will kill us, but once we join them, our all problem is finished, we don't have to worry about finance, company surviva

In timing. These souls were not scheduled. They were not substitutions. No balance was redirected to account for their removal. They were taken because Death chose to take them. That distinction matters. “You intervened,” I say. This is not accusation. It is record. Death does not deny it. He stands exactly as he always does when he carries excess, posture steady, attention precise. The markings along his form burn faintly, not fading, not dispersing. Pain contained where it always is. Within him.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

"Get back to work, Patient 884. The incinerators do not run on tears." As Dante walked away, his footsteps echoing down the long, flashing corridor, Chloe collapsed against the steel grating. The White Moonlight illusion was completely shattered. She was healthy. She was alive. And she had never wished for death more in her entire life.