Novel & Cerita Illumi Death

"I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!" I didn't reply. Instead, I took a few screenshots of our conversation and sent them to the group chat. The exhausted players' tempers exploded the moment they saw the screenshots. "I didn't expect Frank to be such a bastard. He actually killed all his teammates just to curry favor with Molly." "I guess his righteous demeanor had been a farce all along!" "Look, Hailey, Sasha, and Louis. Your good friend, Frank, killed all of his own teammates just to survive."

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

Illumi couldn’t dodge the fumes as they squalled past him, knocking his mask off his face. “Such an insolent wizard!” Illumi barked. He gave his staff a strong flick. The light from his staff shot at Ruin like a cannon. Rui tried to block it, but the light cannon crashed into him against the wall. The wall crumbled down, and Ruin was buried somewhere under its debris. Illumi bent down and picked up his mask. It was cracked. “Now I am really pissed. Fate can really get frustrating sometimes. And you think this stupid magic tech is going to hide you from me!”

I turned away from him and pointed my gun again at Lucas as I blankly said, "I don't care whether she is dead or alive and I don't care whether you'll live or die because for almost my whole life — you two were dead to me." With that said, I finally was able to pull the goddamned trigger. One bullet went through Lucas's head, penetrating into his skull, finally ending his pathetic existence. Its sound vibrated in the darkroom, left an echo behind as it hit the concrete walls. If possible, more darkness rushed in clouding my vision before it sank all the way to the marrow of my bones. His body jerked backward at the impact so I fired again and another bullet followed the same path. Just makin

He tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably as she just stared at him confused. “I don’t have a choice at all really do I.” “Not really. Although you were willing to commit career suicide just a moment ago. I didn’t think you would actually go that far.” “That over a life imprisoned with you? Yes, I would go that far ten times out of ten.” She was blunt and not happy with the turn of events. “So what now?” “Well assuming you decide to go through with the marriage contract-” “You mean the Death Contract.” “Excuse me?” He was confused.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

Amy bends to pick up the books and gazes up for a moment at the place where she is most out of her element—she didn’t have any element to begin with, she tells herself. A sign at the entrance of the school reads in gleaming paint and well-ordered lettering: VALLEY HIGH. A few months ago, some graduating students had gotten a ladder and had added the words, ‘of the Shadows of Death’ to the school sign, making it the Valley of the Shadows of Death High School. Amy thinks it ironic, and although the paint had already been cleaned off and the sign repainted—even though the students were never caught—you could still make out the washed-out painted scrawl should you ever decide to search for it on

"Everyone always said you were born cursed. Just like that psychic said, you'd be the one to ruin me and keep me from what was rightfully mine. Even after they sent you away, I was still terrified. You not being dead is my nightmare every single night." Melody looked like a madwoman. "Later, I found that psychic again," she spat. "He was nothing but a fraud. My parents paid him well, so he pretended to be clever and made up a bunch of rubbish. But I wasn't satisfied. You deserved to die. I got this statue from him. He told me that if I stuffed a person's birth data and hair into it, I could burn that person's life away and make it serve me. So what if I copied your designs, Charlotte? It's a

But that illusion was about to be shattered. “As many of you know,” Lilly began, her voice cutting through the tense silence, “I was declared dead a few months ago by the members of the Anderson family. This was not entirely their fault, but rather the result of a mistake—a doctor providing them with the wrong information.” The room erupted into murmurs again, the reporters whispering frantically to one another, trying to make sense of what they were hearing. Lilly allowed the noise to continue for a moment before holding up her hand, commanding silence once more.