Lelouch Death Novels & Stories

“I know that, freedom is important to me. But death, is too far.” “You don’t even know this person, hundreds of people die every day because of the assassin guilds. Haven’t you noticed the lack of people on your adventures?” Lya rose from the bed, striding gently towards her friend, placing her cold palm onto her shoulder. “It’s not like people just disappear, your citizens kill them.”

Within minutes they are all dead. We proceed, defeating the odd Minotaur and Harpy until five death worms surround us and lunge out from the ground. Sir Hugo runs up behind one and lunges into the air, wielding his sword. He lands below the neck of the Death Worm, where his sword rips through the soft, slimy skin of the Death Worm with ease. As I’m about to cast the fire spell on the next, Sir Hugo dashes by slicing it open, then to the next and the next until they are all dead. He wipes the blood and slime from his sword onto his leg and then looks up at us all, who are speechless at how quickly and easily he has killed them.

"Between us, it ended in that dungeon three years ago, in that fire." "The Ella of now doesn't love you anymore." Every word was like a dull knife, cutting off his last hope. The light in Lucas's eyes extinguished inch by inch, finally leaving only a dead, ash-like void. "Let's go." I turned without looking back, re-entering Lucifer's embrace. We boarded the helicopter hovering outside the terrace. The propeller whipped up a huge gale, blowing away the smoke from the castle. As the helicopter rose slowly, I took one last look through the window.

"But the Feral Pack remains unbroken! I present to you your new leader. Kneel for Alpha Caius!" Instantly, the entire room erupted into cheers and applause. The same people who were crying fake tears moments ago were now smiling, howling, and clapping as if absolutely nothing had happened. I watched the celebration with a bitter, cynical twist in my stomach. This is how easy it is to forget the dead in reality. In this ruthless world, loyalty died the second a heart stopped beating, immediately replaced by the desperate scramble to bow to the new power. Caius abruptly turned away from the cheering crowd. He reached out, grabbed my hand, and practically dragged me away from the center of the

“From the moment your mate bound himself to me, I felt your light.” Lucien froze. “What?” “Why do you think I sent you that warlock?” Death said calmly. “The Luna, though, was so much fun. She passed a few weeks ago, it was very unpleasant for her!” A low purr sounded from him as if he were savoring the memory of her death, and bile rose in my throat. Lucien hadn’t told me she died, but then again, he wasn’t the only reaper out there. He probably didn’t even know.

Lucas' POV. I raised an eyebrow. “Sherlock?” Levi gave a slow nod. “Yes. He’s dead.” I went still. For a moment, there was only silence. Then I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. “Lucian killed him?” “Yes, my Lord,” Levi said. “Slashed his head clean off.” Tch. Typical Lucian. That immortal bastard had the patience of a burning fuse. It wouldn’t take much to set him off. The moment anyone made him feel small, he exploded like a child denied a toy.

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

As I get to the door, arms grab me, stopping me from going inside “What are you doing! Let me go I need to get him” I scream, the man who held me cries “I’m sorry Luna I can’t! It’s to dangerous” “Nooo noooo” I scream, collapsing onto my knees, my heart shatters as his screams die down, his life slipping from my soul as I scream and cry “Loui aged 10” Layla cries as he dies, the smell of his flesh makes me sick, a smell so bad I won’t ever be able to bare a funeral again.

A single stare from a six-headed beast this big has the power to turn a Medusa-Adarna-Basilisk-Cockatrice-Dopehead into stone. And although he’s not stone yet, GD, who was sitting behind the Baron is one pressure away from being one. Albert pondered sitting beside him but Gustav, the spokesperson, spoke before he could step any further away from the door. “I take it that you’ve heard the news?” he asked Albert. “Which news? I hear a lot of them in a daily basis.” “You know what we mean, boy!” Oswald bleated. Gustav raised his hand to stop the impatient man from his loud notes. “Have you heard anything from Caine? We’ve heard through the grapevine that he caused Leopold’s death.”