Novelas y relatos de Love And Death

Love, they never say, can be the only thing that can kill an immortal, a God, a goddess, and even the world. Love is a force of it's own, one to be reckoned with. Love is like the curse of a dying God, and the sweet voice of the devil. Love is like a nuclear weapon, it can bring fear, peace, it can build and it can destroy. Why is it so much? Why? I used to say "if love will kill me, I forbid love" but It was clear to me that one day, I would have to give it all up for love, but the question remains, what kind of love would that be? I would bet my life that it doesn't exist.

Alpha Pharoah Kingtin sneered as if truly disgusted by the outcome of the game. “Then it means, Father, ‘Games of Fangs and Death’ is still easy. Try harder the next time so that no one can come out of it alive.” Princess Ameerah tried to calm herself. The Alpha Pharoah should not notice that she was extremely affected by his decision to kill Fiel Davidal.

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

“That’s where you’re wrong. It’s quite the opposite actually. Loving her has given me the strength to do what I should have done years ago.” “Oh yeah? Well it’s clearly also making you stupid. What exactly is your plan here? You just gonna shoot me? You and I both know you would just end up in a jail cell.” “I don’t think you’re fully understanding this. I don’t care. I would kill for her. I would spend the rest of my life in jail for her. I would do anything for her. That’s where your plan to torture me failed. I bet you didn’t count on me loving her enough to destroy my own life to save hers did you?”

I wanted the pain to stop. "God! You are so annoying even when you are dying. Well, since you have done so much for us I can at least tell you the truth. You see, Liam was always in love with me but it was you who had the property and the power left by your mother. It was all about the money sweety. You could only get everything after your marriage and Liam was the perfect candidate. We tricked you right from the start and let me tell you it wasn't even that hard. Your naive and pathetic self fell right where we wanted you to" she laughed as if it was the most obvious thing. Maybe it was, if I wasn't so naive or in love then maybe ......maybe I would have seen their true colors from the star

Later, she would recall this and believe it was true. The spirit was leaving a message. ‘One last message. There is one last thing to say. One last goodbye. Olivia and Ian. Love lost to jealousy and murder. A babe born to both. Sometimes death conquers before love can. But in that death, it is not the end. Love continues on, and the adventure doesn’t end. There are no goodbyes, for those are final. But there are until we meet again. Live well, and love for long. The next generation will see the light in their life. With love and luck we will meet again the day in the distant future you cross over. Live well. O + I’

How could he when Agnes was the only woman Abram has known in his life? "You repeat it with mother." Adam nodded at his words, "And I would again if it means I can have you and your brothers." Abram stare into his father's eyes again and said, "Did you love her? Did you love mother?" "I would. Except I never understood what love truly is, till now." "And what is it?" "Death, son. Love is death."

"I am terrified. But I came anyway." "That is not fear. That is courage." "No. Courage is being afraid and doing it anyway. That's what I'm doing." --- He gestured. Ice rose from the ground, forming two seats. He sat. I sat. "You want to know why I do this," he said. "I want to know why you believe love is a fever." "Because I have watched it for millennia. Wolves kill for love. Die for love. Destroy packs for love. The first war was not about power. It was about love. Sol loved Luna. Luna loved Sol. Their love was so fierce, so consuming, that it tore the world apart."

He touched my face. Cold. So cold. "Soon, I won't need dreams. Soon, I'll come for real. And when I do, I'll take you back. Take your mate. Take your precious pack. Everything you love will burn." "Why?" I managed to whisper. "Why can't you just let go?" "Because love doesn't let go," he said. "Real love holds on. Forever. Through death and life and every world between." "That's not love. That's obsession."

In love that transcends death. Just like Rachel. Just like Sienna. Just like everyone who shaped this impossible family. The dead are honored. The living continue. And love survives everything. Always. Forever. Complete.