Is All Might Dead Novels & Stories

She has cut her tongue in blaming goddess Cardea that she abandoned her and sacrificed herself to the god of death in jumping from the hill. Cardea's heart broke. But she stopped being mute. She could destroy other god creatures but she was able to protect all houses of families from dead ones in not letting to come inside, she burned with a sunlight dead one's bodies and began to search the spirit of a little girl. But no matter how hard she was searching she couldn't find her. Cardea and a god of death began a war between each other. God of death took every soul which was killed by a vampire and tortured it in his underworld as a reminder of how strong he hates Cardea. Some people say that

Clark says, repeating the words Mel was teaching him. “Can the message get through?” He asked. Clark’s really serious about this things. Mel gave her a thumbs up. “What did he say?” I ask. “He says let’s get high until we die.” Cassie says. “I just hope your fans don’t die by being high from your music.” She grinned. “Is everyone having fun? I am Clark. I really want to meet everyone! Korea is so awesome! Korea is the best!” Clark says. Cassie suddenly chuckled.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

The pain in my neck was gone. I realized I could fly. My body floated through the air as light as a cloud. Drifting upward, I looked down. Below the balcony, a boy in a blue winter coat hung from a strand of bunting. His body was swaying gently in the freezing wind. His face was a bruised purple, and his wide eyes were staring blankly into the distance. Why did he look exactly like me? That was when it hit me. I was dead.