Memento Mori : Markiplier นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sadly, I never got to save them. “After touching him, I only got to see a minuscule portion of his memories. Unfortunately, not the ones he had before he died. And I think we are dealing with a Mnemos here. Only those witches have these kinds of signets.” the seer explained. “Mnemos.” It's been ages since I heard of their kind, never thought they still existed. “And considering this situation. They must be right here in my pack, hovering freely.” “Or they could have fled.” Rick shrugged a suggestion.

he cursed, snapping upright on the bed. He was a man in his early thirties, short and stocky, with a lecherous face and a height barely over 165 cm. According to the records, his name was Gregory Markle, 31 years old—but pre-apocalypse occupation? Unknown. It didn't matter. Shock and fear crossed his face, but within five seconds, they gave way to a twisted, gleeful expression. He laughed, and as he clenched his fists, thousands—maybe tens of thousands—of metal needles erupted from his body, each over a foot long.

She nods in approval and gestures for me to sit down, sitting face to face like we were about to have a meditation session. “Our blood line is a ‘Blood Key’ and this can be either positive or negative. Our blood acts as a key to unlock sealed items like grimoires, forbidden vaults, or even gates to other worlds. Enemies and allies alike seek us for this reason.” Realization kicked in immediately. “So that's why I was able to unseal Lucian’s coffin. My blood spilled on it.” My mum nods in ‘she is finally getting it.’ “You might also want to know about ‘The Forgotten Witch.”

He was muscular, had a well-sculpted body with perfect abs that makes you desperately want to run your fingers through them. Vanessa's eyes almost popped out of its socket when she unconsciously saw his lower body. His Dick was HUGE and was slowly becoming erect upon her stare. Vee didn't mean to look but she couldn't help it because she was in shock. Her legs were refusing to move an inch from where she stood. Absentmindedly noticing similar features with Logan Matthews and Henry Matthews, She concluded that this was HIM. Brian fucking Matthews, the CEO of Matthews Creations, the owner of the most expensive night club in the city. She remembered a fellow staff saying that he was into real e

my brain would remember for the rest of my life, the slap my left cheek received. “Don't you call me that again, Mark!” She cut me off furious. “Why? Why can't I call you that?” I asked confused and starting getting mad because anything was going according my plans at all. “Just because! Because Livie died! She no longer exists.” “What are you talking about? You are here, right in front of me...” “No. No, Mark, this?” She said pointing at herself with her eyes filled with pain “What you see? It's just a simple shadow of what you knew of me, so no, forget it, I don't want anything to do with you.”

“But now, we need rest.” --- Later that night, I wandered the halls. I found a corridor lined with portraits old bloodlines captured in oil and canvas. Near the end, one painting caught my eye. Two boys, nearly identical. Mark and another. Taller. Darker. Behind them stood a woman with cold silver eyes and a crown made of bone. “His name was Merek,” Mark said from behind me. Was. “He’s not the same anymore.” “Why go to him, then?” I asked, turning to face him.

Frank grabbed his pants to pull his phone out of his pocket. “One last thing I should mention about the mating mark,” said Coralis, and Frank stopped what he was doing to look at her, “unlike Stephanie… you’ll probably be seeing disturbing memories that have been buried deep down. I don’t know what you will see… but if we’re talking core memories… you won’t be seeing happy ones, and it would probably upset you or give you nightmares.” “Like it gives you nightmares sometimes?” he said, still holding his pants. She nodded and stood up to grab her cloak in the middle of the floor.

He knew he had never experienced this memory he was having, but it felt like he did. For some odd reason, Mark felt like he had died already. He had a memory of him, his wife, and his son being killed. Mark shook off the strange memory that flashed in his mind. He thought maybe he was having some kind of brief mental relapse caused by stress. Whatever was going on, Mark tried to stay focused on the fight.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

“Mark, can you start compiling a list of all those that have been lost today? I want to create a memorial with their names on it.” “Absolutely Davina.” Mark starts ordering some warriors to begin making lists. “What should be do with the traitors and zombie creatures,” asks Aspen. “We’ve already compiled a list of those that are missing so I will ensure to add their names to the memorial. There are too many to take home so lets create multiple pyres and burn their bodies.” “Along with our warriors,” questions a cheetah. “Yes,” I reply. “Those kidnapped, tortured and ultimately killed for Alastor’s experiments deserve to be remembered as well.”