Novel & Cerita Kaleidoscope Of Death Novel

The rumbling of the sky made me jolt from a shallow sleep. A flicker of lightning flashed across the garden before drops started to fall. I looked up, my face getting wet by the light rain that gradually turned heavy. Hugging my knees, I put my chin above it. It was unbelievably cold that I could feel myself shivering. My clothes got soaked but I couldn’t stop thinking how a person just died because of me. I knew Alpha Calix's evil nature was to blame but I admit I was at fault too. If I didn’t let my curiosity over something obviously dangerous take over me, I couldn’t have been sucked by the mirror.

N Y X A R A The first time I died, it was under a blood moon. The sky burned red above Ashmoore, thick with smoke and fire. The ground trembled beneath my feet as wolves and rogues tore into each other across the field. I tasted blood in the air and felt the bond burning beneath my skin—sharp, hot, and relentless, as if something inside me already knew how this would end. Kaelor was on one knee near the broken gate. Blood ran from his shoulder, soaking into the dirt beneath him. Enemies closed in from every side, yet his eyes were fixed on me instead of the blades moving through the dark.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

The space where death held its breath. Eyes. So many. They opened and blinked across its mass, swirling with memories that didn’t belong to anyone still alive. Its skin was fractal and flickering, made of the faces of things that had once hoped all stretched into agony. Tentacles of black mist slithered down like hungry veins, cracking the earth as they moved. Kael roared, standing his ground as the pack scrambled around them. Callen barked orders, pushing pups and injured toward the southern trail.

Cale suspected he had left something much more dangerous. He touched the notebook on his chest. Anomaly 107: The Blueprint. Fact: The dead are still playing the game. Cale smiled weakly. "Your move, Alex," Cale whispered to the empty room. "Make it count."

The first drag loosened something in my throat and tightened everything else. Smoke climbed, braided with the low light, and shifted in the drafts from the old sash windows. It danced and then dissipated, exactly like everything that mattered. It reminded me of the day she died. The yacht. The explosion. The column of black. Her scream that hadn’t had time to be a scream. The hand that broke through— The room tilted a notch. Or the world did. The sculptures along the hallway cast clattering shadows that looked like figures caught mid-run. The cigarette burned down in my fingers. I ground it in the ashtray and stood too fast, the carpet buckling under my feet like a wave.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

He didn't care where he was going; he just wanted to get out of that place. Raia still couldn't believe what happened when he returned to his dormitory. He just witnessed a murder right in front of his eyes. And it wasn't just an ordinary murder; it was done by a ghoul—a fucking ghoul and a strong one who easily broke a head while crazily laughing at it. The next day was another day for classes, but Raia seemed to have lost all her enthusiasm to get out of bed. He stayed up the last night thinking about what he saw, and no matter how many times he tried to forget everything, it felt like a broken record in his mind.

Trade with Death The clock was nearing midnight The fog had settled an unusual welcome to the end Mr. Riversane had to fend off the inescapable collapse And this was his last wrap Of centuries-old anguish The veil flickered, swayed with magical presence He crossed the line in haste His senses now highly tensed It was the scene of the night's horror The bearer of everything dark This was the mark of trade He wanted to wade through the reaching flames The souls confined in the fiery pit The screams from River Styx The inferno wild He ached for Pepper Rei's smile

*Trigger warning for this book. Murder, talk of sexual assault, suicide, descriptive death scenes* I stood in blackness, darker than anything I have seen or felt before, it pulsed through me. It was me. My parent's bodies under my feet were twisted and bloodied, indicating a death that was anything but painless; I knew they fought back until the very end. Blood was the only thing that I could smell; its thick tang coated the air, coated my hands. I knew they were there, but my head was clouded, my vision blurry from the moment I stumbled upon them.