Novel & Cerita Kaleidoscope Of Death Novel

"His mistress finally managed to get pregnant some time back. But, when she pleaded with him to spare her, he cut her belly open. Not just her baby, but even her intestines fell out, and she ended up dying on the spot! "When she was dragged out of the dungeon, all she had left was skin and bones. She even carried a foul stench. Just hearing about it made me gag. Then, the female werewolves from the Frosthowl pack disposed of her body in Lake Frostice. "Also, about the Alpha—the werewolves in the Frosthowl pack felt that he was so out of his mind that they deemed him unable to continue holding the position of Alpha. So, they overthrew him.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

Avyanna befriended the person who could see the death of others with her eyes, so what was the possibility of me not knowing when and how she was going to die? "But child, they treat you like a murdered. When you aren't! It's not your fault that you have those eyes of death. You did not ask for it, and you suffer consequences for having this cursed gift," I'm not surprise that he knows about it, once he took care of my body personally. "Why haven't you told anyone about your healthy problems, Thya?" His face showed how worried he was and that made me feel guilty.

Who else would be so extravagant to book the place for an entire month in advance? Julius led me to a room. After loosening his tie, he placed his hands on his hips. I had to admit, the guy was good-looking. With his broad shoulders and narrow waist…he made me dizzy. After spending months surrounded by handsome men, I had almost become immune to such charms, but when it came to Julius, I couldn't help it. "What... What do you want from me?" I asked. He smirked. "That’s what I should be asking you. Faking your death to fool everyone and then dragging my mom into this nonsense too. You've got some nerve."

While I was transporting the sculpture away, I felt extremely agitated looking at the snapped finger. Before receiving the DNA analysis report, I still had hopes that this person might not be Hazel. Even animals would not harm their young. No matter how cruel the Larsons could be, they would not possibly do such a thing. Yet, I had underestimated a person's greed. When Layla's mother took out the suicide note in the police station, I was close to crumbling and falling apart at that point. I knew what I was looking at was forged, and I knew that Hazel had died in their hands. Yet, there was nothing I could do.

Aleka's pov They say death is peaceful but what I am seeing right now is absolute and complete chaos. Scream of people can be heard,dead bodies are lying all around me,the only colour I can see around is red. This looked like the doomsday with bloodshed all around. Sky is covered with dark clouds and thunder is striking the sky making it look like the moon godess is showing her anger on seeing this bloodshed. I was standing in between all this, wearing white clothes but there was not even a single drop of blood on me.

Then he rolls himself over and disappears into the darkness below. I try to stand. Try to follow. Try to finish what I started. My body doesn’t respond. The last thing I see before the darkness swallows me whole is the massacre I created. Bodies everywhere, torn apart in ways that don’t look like the work of anything sane. Entrails steaming in the cold air. Limbs scattered like broken toys. Blood turning the snow into a red swamp that stretches as far as I can see. Arrows still protruding from my flesh like some grotesque decoration. And my hands — my claws — covered in so much gore I can’t tell where the death ends and I begin.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Wolfsbane could only mask it for so long… “You LIED TO ME!” Jayden erupted like thunder. His wolf surged forward, claws ripping out of his skin, bones snapping violently mid-scream. Whenever an Alpha was roused like that, only one thing followed — chaos, destruction, a bloodbath… Just then, a thought crossed me. Why could I still see these things when I was dead? --- My eyes peeled open to a seemingly soundless world, bright light piercing into my brain… “Zoe!”

She watched me with an inscrutable expression, and although her presence was disconcerting, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her gaze. As my journey down the dark river continued, the macabre elements of my vision intensified. The waterlogged bodies that had previously appeared in the waters of my bookstore bar now floated eerily around me. Their lifeless forms, once patrons of my establishment, were now suspended in a grotesque dance, their vacant eyes staring into the abyss. Each of these lifeless figures bore witness to a tragedy untold, a mystery submerged beneath the surface of my consciousness. Their silent presence in my vision was a chilling reminder of the buried me