Novel & Cerita Kaleidoscope Of Death Novel

My wound was still bleeding rapidly. Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices. They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?" Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue. I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear. "It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her." After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.

She hadn't had sex for years after her husband's death and she knew she had to make a move that night. She went into his room silently like a thief in her nighty to watch him sleeping. She was braless and pantless and wanted to try something dirty that night. She met him sleeping like a dead man in his corpse facing the ceiling. She was scared and tried to not get caught. Her eyes explored his bulge and her nipples hardened instantly. His dick was long and big and her mouth and pussy watered. After a few seconds of doubt, she carefully removed his trousers and brought out his dick. She wrapped her hand around it and rejoiced in her heart for the little success.

I was expecting my fragile body to crash onto something hard, or to pierce onto a cold sharp metal, but none of it came. Instead, I felt warm, ironclad arms wrapped around my body. "You are not allowed to die, Katherine," he whispered coldly. I slowly stared. A pair of fiery eyes greeted me. It was blazing in both light and darkness. A combination I never thought would be possible. "You're not allowed to die until I say so..."

And the pieces she'd torn apart with her own hands this time were her final leverage. I was already dead. But her descent into hell was only just beginning. This birthday banquet might be her final celebration. "That deserves a toast," I thought. Soon, the guests began to arrive. They kissed Esme on the cheek, showering her with warm wishes. Not one of them mentioned my name, except for the old family butler, Brendan Pace, who asked softly, "Where's Claudia? Why don't I see her?" Dad gave a derisive snort. "She's dead!"

Black magic surges, a void-like wave slamming into Kaelen. He freezes, eyes glazing, sword trembling in his grip. “Kaelen?” I call, heart lurching. He turns, stormy eyes blank, now glowing with an eerie purple haze. The novel’s pull, amplified by black magic. He roars, charging me, blade aimed for my heart. “No!” I dodge, rolling across jagged rocks, pain shooting through my ribs. Kaelen’s rampaging, sword slashing wildly, eyes unseeing but locked on me.

Kael realized then that the labyrinth didn’t need to kill them. It only needed them to kill each other. And if he couldn’t hold them together, if the chains pulling at his soul snapped completely, then they would all become nothing more than reflections—forever swallowed in the dark. ☠️ End of Chapter 20

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

“Well then, well then.” Giggling, but somehow taunting with his words and very presence, the mirror that serves as HIS eyes and ears to that particular book and world, unfolds the first mystery. Their first encounter and the deal that will set the beginning of the book HE entitled. “The Call of Death.” From the mirror that is adorned with the symbol and intricate mark of the Zodiacs, with the thirteen as the special one, from its fangs and core that spins this very world all along with the other six and from the original seventh. The final seventh loop of this particular book and world is about to begin, like a smile and a whispering voice echo.

At the threshold I glanced down at the bodies surrounding the entrance. “Don’t step in the blood,” he said with a calm coolness. It was the same tone one would use when talking about wet paint. He turned back to grab my bag as I continued to stare down at his handiwork. The death before me was a reality I hadn’t seen from him in weeks. But their fate was the same as mine. I would soon be the one bleeding on the floor, eyes void of life. My head was swimming, and everything seemed to pulse around me.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.