Merchant Of Death Book Novels & Stories

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Are you sure I can revive her completely, because I am smelling something pretty rotten," I mumbled sourly and covered my nose. He glared at me and entered the hut. He walked back out and tossed me a small book. "Read that first, while I gather the herbs we'll need," he said softly and headed into the greenery still naked. I opened the tiny book and was surprised by seeing sanskrit. It had been a very long time since I'd read the ancient script but it was coming back to me. I had to focus my light on the being I was wanting to bring back. I also had to offer a promise or gift to the Death God holding the soul, normally the one requesting the revival was the one responsible for payment. So Uk

"You know I don't usually question your greatness, father, but right now seems like a good time.” He only chucked. "I call this one the L' morte implicita. The Silent Killer. Your mother made it for me when I got home from my trip in Europe. I knew then that it would someday be useful." The yellow substance glittered from the light of day from the fields. "A drop every day in four weeks would do. It would damage his liver first. Then his heart. He'll go into a coma due to multiple organ failure and in no time, he'll be dead. Seems like a tragic ailment, but you get what you want, and I win."

One of the students asked, “Why does this man wear the face mask like a clown?” Host Hook explained, “No, he is not a clown. It is the portrait of the rich merchant…” Sycamore giggled, “Merchant?” “No disturbances please.” Host Hook continued with unstable eyes which were wandering in a random direction, “He was a rich merchant of his times, Hexa De Morte. He was more commonly known as Merchant of Demise.” The students chorused, “Woooo”

Abel smiled at her, then faced Bayo who was groaning in pains on the ground. "You are supposed to be dead!" Bayo said almost crying from the pain he felt. "I am." Abel replied. "Abel Oliz is dead...The Merc is the one alive." "Fu¢k you both!" Bayo cried. Abel laughed. "I'mma give you a chance to live. Tell me your sponsors." "You are lieing. No one ever encountered you and lived to tell the story!" "Because I never made a deal as such with them. Trust me Abel Oliz keeps his word." Abel replied convincingly.

He did not hide papers from me over nothing. "All right," I said, and let it go for now. But I found myself thinking about that crest for the rest of the day, turning it over the way you turn over a word in a language you almost remember. Lucien's POV>>>>>>> My captain returned with a face that told me the news before he spoke it. "We found the merchant." "Good. Bring him in, I want to hear it directly." "He's dead, my lord. Found on the road two days ago. No wounds anyone could point to. No witnesses."

His hand reached for her, his vision blurring with tears. That night, a huge fire broke out, and by morning every news outlet within the human realm covered the same tragedy that had befallen one of the wealthiest merchants. His warehouses, scattered all over the country, all caught fire, with no worker surviving; and lastly, his estate, with every guard within, caught fire, and they all died in their sleep. Nothing was found that linked to supernatural beings. Records that had lasted for decades burned to ashes, and everyone who knew of it was dead and gone.

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

“Go apologize to Lydia. Apologize for everything you’ve messed up.” “Why should I apologize?” Josie shot back. “I tried my best!” “Tried?” Milton snarled. “Your ‘best’ nearly destroyed our entire clan! Now apologize, or every single one of your couture gowns and limited-edition sports cars goes back!” The words “limited-edition sports cars” made me laugh coldly. I remembered thirty years ago, I’d found an ancient manuscript on the First-born bloodline that cost three million euros. I wanted to buy it to study, to strengthen the clan.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.