Jace Norman Dead Novels & Stories

she replies. She finally looks me in the eyes but not stand up. Her face is entirely tearstained and her eyes are read because of crying. Me, on the other hand, I am dumbstruck. Jace's parents didn't just die: they were killed. The same murderer is down somewhere in this castle waiting for the boy he orphaned years ago so that he can finish him. "I have to get out of here right now," I say while scrambling out of the woman's hold so that I can reach for the door.

She's going crazy! She ran towards Adam. She's running out of breath but she doesn't care! Her brother's on the chance of surviving. "Ad... Adam, Where, where is Jace?" Jasmine asked choking on her tears. "He's in the ICU... Doctor Carl is attending to him". "What.. What happened? Adam, he's dying!!" Jasmine said bursting into tears. Adam pulled her into a hug. He couldn't bear it. The sight at which he saw Jace being pushed into the ICU,,, he couldn't bring himself to explain it to Jasmine.

She looked him dead in the eye. “Everything we built.” --- Below, Jace was kneeling. The blood had reached his boots. The whispers had reached his ears. They weren’t speaking in language. They were speaking in memory. His memory. His first kill. His mother’s breath as she died. The sound of his own bones breaking under his uncle’s fists. The names he’d buried. The things he never said aloud. The vault was bleeding not from the walls—but from him. Feeding on it. Growing. And then it spoke. Alessio’s name. -

Enzo’s mom, my mother’s protector–Sam, grabs me as she sobs, yanking me out of the ballroom where her mate lies dead next to my mother’s body and my father’s headless frame. But it isn’t her that kills the man hovering over me as I accept my fate. No, she lies dead next to me in a pool of her blood, her gray eyes wide and sorrowful as Enzo’s crazed cry breaks through the shocked silence in me. He is covered in red and gaping wounds as he scoops me up in his arms, whispering that everything is ok. He would keep me safe. But he shouldn’t have been there with me. He should have been with Caleb.

His wife gives a shuddering breath, and I knew the kidnapping portion of the story was coming. “I went inside because I heard my familiar, Jasper, hissing and making a racket. He’s always calm and cool so something was inside the house that shouldn’t have been. So, I went inside and found Jasper, almost dead. Familiars don’t have their own magic; they are just our guides and can speak to us. When I found him, I wasn’t able to heal him, it was beyond my abilities which is rare. I called Noelle and she rushed home, I had gone out to the backyard to bring Abigail inside, but she was gone. I couldn’t sense her magic anywhere.”

It was like they had all walked into a tsunami, and their painful shrieks filled the whole atmosphere. After what seems like forever, everything becomes calm, friendly, silent, and still. I blink several times, my eyes examining the damage I have done. I was breathing heavily, blood was covering my body, and my brain was trying to process what had just happened. Some minutes ago, there were thousands of creatures here in front of us. But now, everything has returned to normal. All around me, the dead body of the wendigo, Nazgul, and the burning bones of the skeleton fill the ground.

My voice rose. This time, if I agreed to help her, all I had worked for would be gone in just a blink of an eye. Normous’ economy would collapse easily and they would lose trust in me. The reason why I continued to be a Death Judge even though I didn’t want to was because of the death of my parents, the general’s betrayal of me, and because I wanted peace and a prosperous life. Being a Death Judge and fulfilling those desires was not just for me, or those who were uplifting, but also for the people of Normous. It doesn’t matter if my people were slaves or nobles, I’m doing this for them. And whoever dared to take away the tranquillity I gave to this region, I will not hesitate to slice their

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t