La Muerte Of Life の小説・ストーリー

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

“Because you only have two choices—your life… or Almero Group.” The room fell silent. The ticking clock was the only sound left, counting down the seconds between life and death.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Nera stood by the window, crying. "What did she say to you?" He asked "That I should free you," Nera turned Frank was quite unsure of what to say. "Marcus gets to die; you get to move on with a beautiful wife; and what do I get with my children?" She asked. "If I free you, what am I getting?" She yelled. "Was I the bad villain in this stupid life, and I get shit because it looks like you and Marcus got the easy way?" "Nera, calm down, and neither of us got it the easy way. Marcus died in an accident alone at night and bled to death," he explained.

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

Elize asked. 'Who says?' Elize looked at Dark, standing next to Sparrow, holding a card. Dark read the card. 'Raymond de los Santos. Died at two in the morning. Cause of death, head gunshot. ' Dark said. 'You know what to do.' Lucian said. Elize ran as Sparrow fired a series of shots at her. She can avoid the bullets because of Lucian's protection. Elize avoids it because she sees it coming as if it were a slow motion.

" At first, I was furious at her words. Jason and I grew up together and had long been the most important people in each other's lives. Who was she, a mere assistant, to decide our future? Yet when I scolded her and tried to gesture for her to leave, I realized my fingers were weak, and I couldn't lift my arm. Freya looked at me with pity. "Ms. Moyer, you love Mr. Thorne so much. Do you really want to die without dignity in front of him? I feel sorry for you. "Listen to me. The moment you were diagnosed, you two were no longer a match. Stop exhausting the love between you. "If you're going to die, don't drag him down with you. Leave with some dignity. I'll take good care of Mr. Thorne from n

I ask warily because cosmic offers always have prices. “You become death permanently,” the Finality explains. “Not just maintaining the gap but embodying ending itself. You can never fully return to life, will always be partially death incarnate even in your living form. Your sons will grow up with a mother who’s literally death walking among them.” In the living world, Marcus is being overwhelmed by a synchronized Shepherd. In the gap, the three thousand dead are being corrupted by Shepherd influence. I have seconds to decide if I accept becoming death itself to save everyone.

"The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?" That sentence hit everyone like a hammer to the chest. Dead? David's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Thomas stood stiffly in place, murmuring, "Her phone was off… because… she's already gone…" "Who did this to her?!" Marlene lunged forward, grabbing the officer's arm, her voice breaking. The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly."

“But I can promise she’ll never know this part of you. That’s all I can give you.” Luca nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Then we’re agreed.” Montez clapped him on the shoulder, though his chest felt heavy. “Go then. And may you live to regret this decision.” Luca chuckled. “Thank you, Boss.” The memory shifted into the last time Montez saw him alive. Blood, gunfire, chaos in the streets. A mission gone wrong exactly as he had predicted. Luca’s lifeless body pulled from the wreckage and tossed by the lake. His promise burned into Montez’s mind even as the police built their story.