Messenger Of Death Novels & Stories

Chapter Five: The Exorcist’s Mercy The white light emanating from the Priest’s mace didn't feel like a blessing. It didn't feel like the warm, healing glow of a Sunday morning. It felt like a desert sun—blistering, dry, and soul-searing. It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire.

By the time dawn came, there was nothing left of the territory. Homes reduced to ash. Ground soaked in blood. Silence where life once thrived. The pack was gone. Destroyed from within. Miles away, a single messenger rode hard. Through forests. Across borders. Carrying only one purpose. The message. When he reached Alpha Kieran’s territory, he did not stop. He was allowed through immediately. His condition alone spoke of urgency. Kieran met him before he could even be announced. “What is it?” The messenger dropped to one knee, breath unsteady.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

The messenger went to Sunrise Territory and delivered the message, Lucas was so furious that he growled loudly, enough to be heard in the woods. “Maddox did this to my daughter?”, Lucas said with his teeth clenched. “Father! My sister is going through hell, I can imagine, father.”, Caleb said, heartbroken. “My dear daughter could be resenting herself right now.”, Lucas said. Then he faced the messenger, looked at him in anger. He could have killed the messenger out of anger, but it was tradition that they were not to kill messengers, they were the only who could go in to the enemy's camp unharmed.

Cassandra couldn't believe Zahn remembers her name as well as her address. "Oh, fuck. I was so scared!" Yells Cassandra to Zayn. They hug each other tightly. "Shush... I know you were scared. I was too." He assures her. "Well... I read the letter and I couldn't understand a bit of it. Did you?" "I did and it says it's a messenger. We are somehow messengers again. We have to prevent them from dying at the times mentioned." "Do you remember it? All the timelines?" "No, but I have the letter with me." Cassandra pushes her eyebrows together.

The intuitive to battle them off is strongly, but I hold back; this might be my one chance to turn the tide of this battle, and I can’t blow it presently, particularly if they aren’t around to murder me outright. “You ought to not be here, mortal,” one of the blessed messengers says, his voice booming over the purge field.

"We're from the Everwood Police Department. Your husband, Chester Paget, was involved in a serious car accident last night on the Everwood section of the ring highway. He died at the scene." From the moment I saw the officers at my door, an uneasy weight had been pressing on my chest. The phrase "died at the scene" dropped like a final anchor, grounding all my swirling emotions in an instant. This moment was something I had rehearsed in my mind more times than I could count. "An accident?" Feigning shock, I froze for a moment, murmuring under my breath as I covered my face with both hands. "No… No, that's impossible…"

the messenger replied smoothly. “Continue,” Misha commanded, now sitting forward. “That – Successor…this is gossip from tired wolves who were lazing about outside a closed gate,” the runner remarked firmly. The two leaders of Bloodrayne remained silent. The messenger swallowed again. He raised his head slightly to gaze at his masters with hooded eyes. This messenger was the Head of the runners. After what had happened to his man the night before, all the others had been reluctant to deliver any more news from Lightmoon.

After hesitating, the messenger muttered a name. The blood in my face started to run out. No. It isn't possible. Caleb scowled. "Who is that?" I tightened my jaw. "A ghost." I had prayed that I would never see that ghost again. The messenger breathed erratically. Nyla, he is aware of your existence. He is on his way to get you. And until you are dead, he won't stop. Through the trees, the wind howled. Caleb turned and looked at me intently. "What is he discussing?"

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.