In Vitam Mortem Novels & Stories

This is for my family, you monster. For her family. But not just in the Mortal world - but her family in Igritann as well. A Queen of two people's exacting justice, who now stared down at the corpse of her enemy with distant eyes. Ambrose also gazed down toward the broken body on the ground. Lord Vince Mortem was dead. His face now matched the colour of his unseeing eyes, like the colour of a storm-cloud. Along with his dark, burned armour and night-black hair, the fallen Lord almost looked monochrome in appearance.

“We’ve been doing research and found that these girls have been taken for their powers. And the person who has taken them is using the Potestatem Vitae Mortem to gain enough power to bring forth the end of the world. Bree was one of the girls in the dream…” Fallon’s eyes smolder, and his jaw clenches. If it is possible, his face hardens further. He looks like a deadly marble statue. “The Potestatem Vitae Mortem is a very powerful spell. Whoever is looking to cast this spell would have lost their soul and committed a grievous act. Do you have an idea who it might be?”

Reliability is not satisfactory unless the building is isolated and highly combustible Drugs, in all types of assassination except terroristic, drugs can be very effective. If the assassin is trained as a doctor or nurse and the subject is under medical care, this is an easy and rare method. An overdose of morphine administered as a sedative will cause death without disturbance and is difficult to detect. The size of the dose will depend upon whether the subject has been using narcotics regularly. If the subject drinks heavily, morphine or a similar narcotic can be injected at the passing out stage, and the cause of death will often be held to be acute alcoholism. Specific poisons, such as a

"Oh—I almost forgot. Isn't your heart already full with your precious Vivian? Why do you care if I find the Luna a fresh set of eyes? Don't be a hypocrite, Mortimer." "Velda!!!" Mortimer's pulse was hammering in his throat. He was one sentence away from losing his mind. Had everyone signed a pact to bury him today? Sabotaging his mating, dragging up his history—was this how a family was supposed to act? "See, Luna? One mention of his darling Vivian and he's ready to shift and bite," Velda muttered to Seraphina, completely oblivious to the fact that Mortimer's eyes were glowing a dangerous, feral red.

The doctor looked between us. “You didn’t just nearly drown,” he said. “Your bloodwork came back abnormal.” My stomach dropped. “Abnormal how?” Adrian asked. “You were poisoned,” the doctor said bluntly. “A complex substance…Called Virex-9…..Hard to detect…..and shuts down the nervous and circulatory system at a rate not even known to man” My ears rang. “If you hadn’t fallen into the pool,” the doctor continued, “ I fear…..you would’ve lost consciousness within minutes and then it would've been too late.”

Early in the morning, Solomon brought Blair’s blood test result to the Royal View Villa. He handed the test report to Blair and said grimly, “We have the answer—you’ve been poisoned by one called Vortex.” It was a poison invented by some outrageous scientists in Erebar, and it could destroy one’s blood clotting function. So, if the person poisoned bled from an injury, the bleeding could not be easily stopped, no matter how small the wound was. Moreover, the pain of the wound would be amplified tens or even hundreds of times. Not only that, but it would also cause insomnia, leading to neurasthenia in the long run.

The seeds, small and scentless, were perfect for slipping by unnoticed in the heat of adrenaline-fueled fight. No wonder Raven didn’t pick up on her deception — he’d have dismissed her fumbling strikes as a typical omega incompetence. While in reality, with each dodge and slash, Pheles was basically getting more and more entangled in her actual trap. ‘I am not as well-versed in herbology as you, Raven, but you know what voltthorn seeds do when they come in contact with a nutrition medium, right?’ I asked through the mindlink. ‘They grow exponentially. Small seeds shoot out into creepers that discharge electric currents strong enough to cause neural damage that could lead to irreversible impa

Mortis called out thrusting what looked like a regular stick over the shoulders of the hounds. "OW!" Poking a man in the eye, not poking it out, not even really hurting him honestly. "Who the fuck does tha EAAGH!" POP! Though it looked no different than a tree branch he had found in the woods, hell it probably was a tree branch he found in the woods and took a shine to. Mortis himself was master at manipulating magic unlike any man walking this earth, human or other. With the little love tap to the eye he funneled enough magic through the tip that the Vampire's body was overwhelmed forcing his head to explode. While The Hounds weren't against receiving assistance, they were far from apprecia

I replied, and she laughed, leaning on my arm. We looked at the tablet, its contents in a Pandora’s box. One of them caught my attention: Galden Serum, Subject V, 1999. It described memory transformation, linked to Dr. Marrow’s clinic, with V.C. — Valenticia’s initials. My blood ran cold—she was a test subject child with the induced amnesia? She scowled at the screen, confused. “What’s Subject V?” she asked, voice curious. I nodded, “Must be some old Galden code,” I lied, my chest squeezing, keeping the truth from her to protect her.

I don’t want Jayvee dead. “Did you see this bracelet?” She asked me and showed me the bracelet that I am wearing “It is a death tag honey. your name and the date of your death were written on it… we’re in the morgue” I looked at the death tag that my mom is telling me and my name is written on it. I shook my head because I couldn't believe what was happening. I believe my mom but this time I can’t believe what she is telling me. That is why I looked at her straight from her eyes and she hugged and kissed me again while saying.