Las Reliquias De La Muerte Novels & Stories

She acted as though she was victorious and patted my cheek. "Don't try so hard to get back up. Instead, do your best to leave this world. It'll be a relief to you too. After your death, all your family's assets will become Peter's. "In the end, my child will inherit them." My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me.

Eventually, I moved on to a new home, a new job, and a new life. One day, I received a call from the police. The officer said, "Ms. Sawyer, good evening. We found a man who froze to death overnight at a cemetery. "He was heavily intoxicated. We traced his records and found that you were listed as his emergency contact." I exhaled slowly. "I used to be, but not anymore. Please proceed with your standard protocols." "Understood. Sorry to disturb you." After hanging up, I looked toward the sky and whispered a quiet prayer. I asked the universe to send kindness to those who truly needed it.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

From the sidelines, Lyra, ever the analyst, said, "Look for the insignia on its chest! They are its vulnerability! Zara changed her position and fixed her gaze on the bright markings engraved on the creature's chest. Her blade pierced the symbol as she struck true after feinting left. The creature's shape flickered like a glitching hologram as it screamed otherworldly. Kael took advantage of the situation and stabbed the same target with his sword. The thing trembled and then fell to the ground, its body breaking up into a fine dust of metal. The only sound in the room was their laboured breathing. "Is it finished?" Elara's voice was tremulous as she asked. Doran took a step nearer, staring

“But maybe you carry it. You died and returned. You’ve walked where no light exists.” Lyra hesitated. Her fingers hovered over the third mark. When she finally touched it—nothing happened. Silence. And then— A tremor. The temple shook. The altar split with a loud crack. All three marks glowed blinding white, then bled red. The ground beneath them fractured. From the earth rose a column of black stone—and in it, a sealed relic: a medallion, shaped like a full eclipse. Selene reached for it. The moment her fingers brushed its surface, a scream tore through the temple.

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

It was also my birthday, but no one remembered it. Marco and the others left and locked the door. The basement was plunged into darkness. Only my corpse silently lay there, but my soul could see everything. I saw the hidden camera flashing red in the ventilation duct. It was recording everything, transmitting it to the cloud storage I had preset. The password was 0713—the day I met Calvin Simmon. How ridiculous. Even my password in this act of revenge was related to him. What was even more ridiculous was that my soul drifted into the banquet hall, where I saw Calvin in a black suit standing beside Susan, looking at her tenderly. My sister, the person who killed me, was wearing a white dress

However, it was enough to make those who were plagued with guilt feel unsettled. I learned later on that Layla's mother was asking around for information and knowledge about spirits and entities. So, I arranged for someone to give her a talisman. The talisman was coated with a special substance. A person would begin hallucinating if they carried the talisman with them over an extended period. I was hoping Layla's mother would have trouble going to sleep because of the talisman's effects. Perhaps the heavens had learned of what happened to Hazel or Layla's mother had committed way too many sins. She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream!

While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.” “I really don’t know but all I know is that this notebook was with me the moment I was born.” Miss Minerva was still curious about me and asked what is the name of the book. and I told her it was “Demonic Relic” the moment I told her the name

They followed the passage for what felt like an eternity until they reached a chamber larger than a cathedral, lined with walls of glassy obsidian. In the center stood the relic: a column of fused dragon bone and crystal, taller than any palace spire, inscribed with runes that burned and shivered when they looked at them. Around its base lay seven dead shifters in twisted poses, black blood frozen to the floor in fragments. Every corpse had its eyes melted clean from the skull.