Lady Death Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I called it the glow of the newly dead. All warnings of staying within the encampment’s protective parameter flew to the recesses of my mind as I made my way toward the wicked Lady Vivian. “You died?” I asked. She had a confused look on her face. “What manner of place is this? Do I stand in your home of the future?” she asked. “’You are dead, m’ lady,” I said compassionately. “Jest not,” she scoffed. “Tell me true.” “I speak truth,” I said as convincingly as I could, “You are dead. Do you know why?”

But when the two of them stood side by side, I still felt something close around my heart. Vivienne tilted her head, smiling sweetly. Lucian turned slightly, as if listening to her. The streetlamp lit them both, their two shadows stretched long and overlapping. They looked like people from the same world. Vampires, nobles, the same lifespan, the same language. They could live a few hundred years together. Then I turned and walked away. I dialed a number. A drifting mercenary I knew from a bar, who owed me a favor. "Come over. Play my lover."

And before she’d gotten on that plane, Lexi would have laughed at the idea that she would ever kneel before anyone and beg. For this or anything else. Even earlier tonight, as she’d waited for him by the opera house, she would have rolled her eyes if he’d sauntered up to her and predicted she would beg for the privilege of taking him in her mouth. But he’d been right about that, too. She felt like a different person. Like a stranger to whoever that Lexi had been. Because this Lexi knew that if she didn’t get the chance to taste that cock, to feel him in her mouth, she would die.

She stood tall, spinning an axe firmly in one hand with blood splatters decorating her white dress. ‎ ‎We stared at her for five minutes straight before my voice seemed to find itself. "Are you the one who murdered them?" ‎ ‎"Murderer?" The lady's voice was bold, silky and heavy. "Honey, please, I'm an artist." ‎ ‎"So, you did." ‎ ‎The lift of her reddened lips answered me. ‎ ‎"What's your name, ma'am?" ‎ ‎The lady ignored us and paid attention to her wrist. Then she stretched. "Remember me as an artist who needs no name and introduction."

she said, her eyes bloodshot red, "...Lycan King Angus Lincoln as my mate!" ~~~~~~~~~ Dear Readers, Kindly drop your reviews and give your precious votes if you are enjoying the story. Thanks!

She mumbled while she was walking, “Hmph, the couple that I like is the real one, ‘Morty and Jay’ are real, they’re real!” *** Throughout the whole afternoon, Xyla Quest could not focus at all when she was working. Whenever she looked at the documents, the scene where Five Batton was sitting in front of her while speaking gently to a girl would automatically appear in front of her eyes. The girl must be his girlfriend. This matter was a solid fact. If that was the case, she should keep herself away from him and end her feelings before it was too late. She picked up her phone and opened his feed before taking a quick look.

Gradually, the room started shifting into another place. Before I could blink my eyes, I found myself in the middle of nowhere, on top of a bridge that seemed to be made of glass. "Welcome to the canyon of death, Rey Reed of Smith." I heard Lucifer's daughter's voice tribute. "Let's see how you will survive."

Damon pov i know some people may think am just been evil but what can i say i derive pleasure in killing,but plus i have to feed in other to be strong and that is what draven has failed to understand. so i decided to pay a visit to a new friend the lady i left alive at the place she worked,i just sat at the bar waiting to see if she would recognize me, then she said "i know you", "do you? well thats unfortunate" i said " I don't know how but your face looks familiar from the last night i was attacked" , " are you sure lady think again" i said " i remember your the vampire that bit me!" she said with full assurance that was when i knew draven action didn't work at all.

He even had those spreading the rumors punished. I looked down at the woman on the ground and asked, “I’m curious… Was this how you died in our last life as well?” Realizing she could no longer talk her way out of this, Rosalind simply admitted it. “That’s right. Prince Caelen was useless, no matter how I tried to seduce him. I’m human, too. Of course, I went looking for my own pleasure.” I couldn’t help clicking my tongue as I glanced at Aldric.

Like a cinder that had long since burned out. A dead mark means its host has been dead for some time. A sound moved through the crowd, the sharp involuntary intake of breath that happens when something breaks the mind's ability to process what it's seeing. A few people near the front screamed outright. My mother's hands froze mid-air. The moment her eyes touched that purple-black skin and that dead mark, her face went completely still. "Jasmine." "When did you take this kind of internal damage?"