Lady Death Comic Book Novels & Stories

“The Death Weaver is more powerful than the Void Lord. He feeds on death—every life he takes makes him stronger.” Cole and Lila flew into the sky, their power from the Tree of Life carrying them. The Death Weaver saw them coming and smiled, raising his hand. A wave of death energy shot out, striking them. Cole cried out as the cold energy seeped into his body, but Lila’s light wrapped around him, pushing it back.

Poisoned darts littered the floor, their deadly tips glinting in the dim lighting In a corner, Lord Mortis was yelling at Lady Nymeria while she received treatment for her wounds. Her body shook uncontrollably, her sobs echoing off the walls as the maids worked to clean and bandage her wounds. The scene felt like something out of a nightmare. Grotesque.

“You killed dozens, yet you hide in the dark with a rock. What happened to the ruthless Delinda Dickson?” A sane person will shudder from the intensity of Delinda’s glare. Lydia is different: she boasts the ferociousness of a wolf and the insight of a hawk. “Eat,” Lydia sets the tray at Delinda’s side. “I’ve killed thirty-four people and counting. Or didn’t you hear the guard refer to me as ‘Godmother?” Delinda lunges. Lydia moves swiftly, curbed with the precision of a fighter. One clean strike to Delinda’s throat sends her crashing backwards, choking.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

She replied, still having that same smile on. "You won't get away with this Sally, not after everything you've done" "Oh, I really did want to spare your life just now, but…" Sally paused when the lady's eyes brightened. "You'll die a miserable death like me when it's time, trust me. You're a snake under a green grass and your end is near." This statement caused Sally to laugh out so loud while touching her stomach. Fear was evident in the lady's eyes as she swore. "Just die you fool." Sally spat and when she was about to rush towards her, the lady fell to the floor after rushing a knife into her heart with her own hands.

this was the undead! The young lady had turned as stiff as a statue, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she was almost killed by her driver and now she had gotten into the hands of the undead, she didn't know which was worse, at least if she was killed by her driver, she would have a quick and merciful death but these mercenaries might torture her until she dies. " How dare you try to kill someone and frame it on the undead" one of the men snorted, his chilling voice made Lily lose her hold on the gun.

"When she cast the death spell, she made a blood contract in exchange for her soul." That silenced everyone except for one woman who regarded the god of war. "The spell only required a single life for a reaping." Hyun voiced out not bothered how she was being rude again between the counsels of gods. Even the frightening Aries can't have the nerve to do such. None of the zodiacs do except for the ruler of them all. "In Daeira's case who is under my sky and the right mate for the Aryan King," Hyun added which silently made Hades and Athena awed in silence. For their champion zodiac had finally lost her patience and every time she did, everyone should listen and hear her voice. Whether you be g

I wandered, fingers trailing along spines, until a thick, aged tome caught my eye: The Rift: The Blood Feud Between Shadowmoor and Nightfang. Curiosity burned. I sat, flipping through tales of broken treaties, stolen land, and one chilling entry about a Luna from Nightfang who was assassinated by a Shadowmoor spy. No wonder these packs hated each other. “I wouldn’t start with the war crimes,” a voice drawled behind me. “The poetry section’s less likely to give you nightmares.” I looked up sharply. A woman leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, expression wickedly amused. She wore combat boots, a half-buttoned uniform jacket, and a smirk that could slice steel. Her dark blonde curls were

He drew a small, silver-handled dagger from his belt—the same dagger that had killed me in Life Three. "It’s not a who, Elowen," he said, his voice turning cold. "It’s the Ninth Life. It’s come to make sure the Tenth doesn't escape." The door didn't break. It simply began to melt, the wood turning into a black, viscous liquid. And stepping through the puddle of rot was a woman. She wore a tattered wedding dress, her throat crushed and her eyes gone. It was me. From the life before. I need honesty

The news of Lady Lily’s death broke his heart. He knew her as a child because her father, Lord Crow of Shelled, was an ally to the crown. She was gentle and kind, and when he learnt Elliott had married her a few summers ago, it grieved him because she deserved better. She didn’t deserve this cruel fate; she didn’t deserve to end like this. “Then we shall put them to rest together.” They couldn’t send Lady Lily’s body back to Shelled; she was an Ainsworth, and so it was their duty to guide her to the life beyond. Abiding by the custom of the land, Xavier sent words to Lord Crow about the passing of his daughter.