Martyr Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Mattie fell to the ground. I couldn't bear to look at her. I couldn't bear to look. My eyes shut tight, but the tears still poured forth. I fell down. Meanwhile, Patricia grabbed me, shouting in my ears. "Athena! We have to run!" But I couldn't move. He killed her. Styker Marsden killed my friend. Just like Marc and Ximena who died, Mattie had died, too. I was losing everyone I loved because I didn't have the power.

I can see her cheeks turn red. Embarrassment. I tried not to wrapped the bandage tightly, “All done, Leana. Thank you for being patient with me.” I smiled at her as I slowly stood up and unpacked the groceries. I prepared our meal and ate together. This is the first time I am helping a mortal and now a mortal animal. Would there be another mortal to join me in this ‘rollercoaster’ life in World War II. Nothing much happened except we were added by a new member , Dante the puppy.

"Novo Ordo's stealth techniques are second to none. Gideon, I was able to evade your surveillance. Do you think ordinary soldiers could possibly locate our Novo Ordo elites? That's nothing short of a fool's dream." Just as Marty finished speaking, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble. An overwhelming pressure descended. Marty spat out a mouthful of blood from the impact. Gideon said coldly, "I suggest you say something useful. My patience is limited. If you can't give me a valid reason to let you go, you're as good as dead." What should he do? Marty was both frightened and anxious. If this continued, Gideon would undoubtedly kill him. "It seems you don't have a reason to save your life. H

Regardless of whether James was still alive, he had to figure out what had happened to him. After everything Marty had said, Cassian could now conclude that James hadn't betrayed his country after all. That gave him a small measure of gladness. At the very least, it proved that the people in the military were loyal to Charmya! "James is dead. I killed him myself," Marty replied. "Three years ago, when James came to Daneast for a science conference, I used the opportunity to invite him out for drinks, and I killed him. In fact, I did it right here, in the very spot where you're standing now."

The Martyr-me speaks for the first time, her voice thick with blood that perpetually pools in her throat. "You destroyed everything to save nothing. That's not victory—that's the ultimate failure." Golden ichor drips from her wrists where she's carved runes of sacrifice, each drop hissing against the crystal floor. "I chose a different path. I bleed myself dry feeding power to the others, making myself the eternal battery for humanity's survival. They live because I suffer, because I chose to bear the weight of their salvation until the end of time." The God-me tilts her head, star-fire spinning lazily in her orbital sockets. "And yet here you are, dying slowly in a realm between realms, pro

I cursed picking up Anna by her waist and moved them to the other end of the room. Nicholas held Grace’s other hand as Abigail took time to break her claws. The only thing that could be heard was Grace’s painful howls and screams. “Stay with them,” I told my mom and went towards Grace. I did not feel any remorse towards her as I watched the pain she was going through. This woman once I trusted tried to kill my mate and unborn son. She killed her daughter’s mate and now her own daughter, her own flesh, and blood. Tanya did not deserve that kind of death and after knowing how her mate was killed I only felt pity for her.

"But the dead deserve dignity. We should cremate it quickly. We can't let some unclaimed body delay your generous gift to me. I'd feel terrible." Just then, Kip arrived. He tenderly brushed sweat from Jen's temple, his sigh heavy with adoration. "You're too compassionate, Jen. After everything you sacrificed—the self-experimentation, the pain—you still defend deserters. It hurts to see." My brother, mirroring Kip's heartache, was about to agree when a construction worker yelled, "Hey! What's that shining in there?" All eyes pivoted. A cold, metallic glint winked from within my decayed rib cage.

"Let them call it foolishness. The world doesn't know what to do with women who walk into the storm with their eyes wide open. They'll call you reckless for loving too deeply, naive for hoping, weak for staying. But they never see what it costs to try. They never praise the woman who believes—even when it breaks her." Nyma inhaled shakily, breath catching on the ribs of a memory that never fully left her. "I didn't want to be a martyr," she whispered. "I wasn't trying to prove anything to anyone. I just... didn't want to live with the regret of not trying. Not giving him the chance."

“I want controlled transition. Not civil fracture.” “Speak plainly.” “If you and her uncle destroy each other, the vacuum will be filled by people far worse than either of you.” A beat. “And she becomes a martyr,” Elias added quietly. That word sliced through me. Martyr. Lucian’s expression hardened into something unreadable. Outside, engines revved. More vehicles arriving. Too many. Nikolai swore under his breath. “We’re about to have company.” Lucian made his decision. He stepped back.