Love Hashira Death Novels & Stories

“We both know you want me.” “Oh, Kiran. Is Kai really that special?” Death asked him, with a smile on his face. “Yes!” Kiran yelled. “Is this that whole love thing again?” Death asked, and laughed. “Please.” Kiran looked at him, but Death wasn’t there anymore. “Hryggr um tíð,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes as he started to pray. He kept repeating those words, over and over. Kiran opened his eyes when he felt the air shift, and he watched as I stood in front of Kari, the gun aimed at the door where he would enter. It was happening in front of him, in this realm, as he watched me die again.

she said with a warm smile. "Of course, I'll be on my way," Tobias replied, and he left to get his car. Tina could not hold in her curiosity any longer, so she asked, "Lily? You knew, right? That she looks like Loveth?" Lily stared straight ahead, her eyes filled with memories as she said, "Loveth is dead!"

The young wolf swallowed. “Commander Varek.” Lysa went rigid. “He died at Black Harbour.” “He returned this morning.” Shigure stepped from the shadows near the stairs. “No one returns without help.” Torren looked at him. “You know this man?” “I killed him.” Daigo sighed. “You say that often.” A howl cut through the tower. The signal stone flashed black. The mark on my palm burned in answer. Cassian’s red eyes narrowed. “That is not wolf magic.”

"Did no one tell you? The cursed Alpha has lost three Luna candidates. Elara. Mira. Sera. All beautiful. All young. All dead within weeks of being chosen." My heart pounds. "How did they die?" "No one knows. They simply stopped breathing. One morning, they were alive. The next, they were cold." Cassia tilts her head. "The pack says it is a curse. I say it is Kael. Maybe he gets bored. Maybe he likes to watch them go." "That is a lie." "Is it?" Cassia smiles. "Ask him yourself. If he ever speaks to you again." I want to hit her. I want to scream. I want to run.

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

"But she isn't here right now. The other guy has regained consciousness too, though he’s still incredibly weak." He stopped talking. The silence stretched between them, heavy and ominous. Caelith looked up, her eyes burning. "And Mira?" Idris looked away, unable to hold her gaze. "I'm sorry, Caelith," he said quietly. "She's dead." A cold, numbing shock washed over her. The tears came before she could even process the pain, spilling hot and fast down her cheeks as the finality of everything crashed down upon her. _______ Arc2 Ends

“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.

The thing that had spent lifetimes going insane with want. I stood up slowly. Helped Ronan to his feet. He was stronger now but still weak. Still healing. "Stay behind me," I whispered. "Lunara," he said quietly. "In the other lives... how did they end?" *Monica died running. Seraphina died fighting. Lily died choosing between us.* "In blood," I said. "They all ended in blood." "And this time?" I looked at Silas. At the madness in his storm-gray eyes. At the Soul Reaper that could cut through souls themselves.

Dressed in a black shirt, Leo gripped a bottle of whiskey, downing one after another like water. His friends had tried everything to talk him out of it, but nothing worked. In desperation, they discreetly brought in a few high-end escorts, hoping someone could lift Leo's spirits. "Whoever gets Don Leo's attention tonight is set for life," one whispered. A woman in a red dress approached Leo, her fingers brushing the buttons of his shirt. "Get out." The bottle shattered across her forehead before she could even react. Blood streamed down her face. "Who told filth like you that you could touch me?"

"They are dead, but that doesn't give you the right to speak wrongly of others. You're no different to me." Stepping beside me, Trisha pulled the lollipop stick out of her mouth. "I suggest you get your fake ass self away from this situation before I grab a pin and pop those stupid duck lips of yours." Tanya glared at Trisha before licking her lips. "Whatever... you're not even worth my time." "Ditto." Smirked Trisha. Watching Tanya leave down the hall, I released the breath I was holding. "I can't wait for the day I can show her what for."