Novel & Cerita Mamatay Na Ako

I crumpled to the floor, my sobs breaking free as the weight of his words crashed over me. I have a mate. And I’ll get him killed.

I began to explain myself. I wanted to cry, but I refrained. To cry over our system, which wipes out the innocent and works for the killers. What kind of life was that? What kind of world? "Will you tell me why you did this?" I got even angrier. "I DON'T HAVE TO GIVE YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS! I HATE YOU, YOU ARE SUCH A GARBAGE." I started shouting. "Please don't shout so much, we're in the center of Rome."

"I release you from my side." "No," I choked out, hot tears finally spilling over my lashes, dropping onto the floor. "Caomh, please." "I accept Dreda Jaida Penn as my chosen mate, and the mother of my heir." The invisible thread snapped. A deafening crack echoed loudly in my ears, followed immediately by a rush of freezing emptiness. The warmth I had felt every single time Caomh was near vanished, replaced by a hollow, aching void in the center of my chest. I gasped for air, pressing my forehead against the floor. My vision blurred heavily. My wolf whined, curling into a tight, miserable ball in the dark corners of my mind, going completely silent.

aniko at ngumiti din pabalik Pinanood ko siyang maglakad paalis sa restaurant,ng tuluyan na siyang nawala ay malakas akong bumuntong hininga Sinandal ko ang aking mukha sa lamesa at mariing pumikit Hindi ko alam kung kailan matatapos ang lahat ng ito,pagod na ako sa kakahintay upang malaman kung sino ang pumatay kila mama at papa,hindi ako makatulog ng maayos sa tuwing maiisip ko na buhay pa ang taong iyon at masayang gumagala na parang wala siyang ginawang Mali.Wala akong alam kung paano ba nag umpisa ang lahat,kung paano ba namatay sila mama at papa at kung bakit sila pinatay, maaring may dahilan ang killer kung bakit niya pinatay ang magulang ko pero bakit kailangan niya pa itong patayin,

“How can my mate… my mate… be my enemy? No, no, this can’t be happening. The Moon God wouldn’t do this to me!” Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision. She turned and ran to her room, collapsing onto her bed, burying her face in the soft covers as sobs wracked her body. “I searched for my mate… my whole life, I searched,” she choked out between cries. “And now he’s here, standing before me… but I can’t accept him. I can’t, because he’s my enemy. He came here to kill, not to claim me.”

I'm just dying to kill him now before I'd ever let him touch my baby! "Akala mo ba talaga natatakot ako sa'yo? Do you think I would even let you touch my baby?? The hell you can! I'll make sure to kill you first bago mo paman magagawa yang gusto mo. I promised----- ah!!" I cried out again nang bigla na lamang nyang higpitan ang pagkakahila nya sa buhok ko sabay subsob pa lalo ng mukha ko sa malamig na cemento, making me totally immobile and useless.

The rain had been falling for twenty days straight. From morning until night, it hammered against the roof, low and constant, pressing down on everything. I stood by the window and watched water stream off the eaves and splash onto the ground below. I thought about what I had seen in my past life. The riverbanks breaking. The territories flooding. Bodies everywhere. Those images would never leave me. According to the timeline I remembered, the elder would propose live sacrifice in less than ten days.

usisa sa akin ni Niu saka huminto sa paglalakad at tiningnan ako. Bumitaw ako mula sa pagkakahawak niya. “Patay na ang aking Ama at Ina kaya’t wala ng saysay sa akin ang kahariang iyon. At alam mo ba na mismong ang Reyna ng Sylverstein ang nagpapatay sa aking Ama at Ina at pati sa amin nina Zacc at Lady Matti. Kaya’t ipaparanas ko sa kaniya ang sakit na naranasan ko sa pagkawala ng dalawang pinakamamahal ko.

“—not when Matteo is fighting for his life.” My heart squeezed painfully. We both looked at Matteo and he looked too pale to be alive. If it weren't for the monitor, I would bet on anything that there was no soul in his body anymore. Santiago exhaled shakily. “You have us, okay? Me and Matteo… we’re here. Even if Marco doesn’t want us.” I swallowed hard, unable to accept it. “Santiago… I hate myself. Maybe if I didn't exist, maybe none of this would be happening.”

[Fallon’s POV] "Careful, what is going through your head right now is blasphemy." Snapping back to the present, I stare into Mateo's amused face and try to find some sign that everything he said was a lie. However, all I see is blatant hatred and even a slight bit of hurt that makes my heart clench painfully. ‘Do you remember anything that happened after your death?’ I ask Anika. ‘Like whether or not you were buried?’ ‘Nothing,’ Anika responds. ‘But I was dead.’