Messenger Of Death Novels & Stories

The fear in his eyes turned into anger. That was right, five years ago, the nation of Tianfu announced the official retirement of the legendary God of Death, M*mned, five years ago. It seemed that the Chosen One, Azrael, retired, but in fact, everyone knew that Azrael M*m had died. He had heard that the God of Death M host had offended someone he shouldn't have. He had been surrounded by the world's top killers, and even several world-class snipers had been sent there.

Adrian told him. "If you insist." The prisoner said. She could hear the sarcasm in his voice. "My name is Marcus." Adrian was about to write something when he paused. Why? Did he know of him? He looked up from the notebook in his hand. "That is a good name." He said. "Messenger of God." "It is and I have a message for you. You will die soon." "And I am guessing you will kill me." "Good guess." The prisoner said.

He watched Jessica’s mood returned to normalcy and he nodded his head, licking his lips at the same time. Jessica turned to the messenger, her eyes blazing with fire. “And don't tell me you failed in delivering the message to those idiots?” the messenger shook. What Jessica meant by those idiots were the assassins that his son had hired to kill Jace. Even when Jessica knew it was a job impossible for the messenger and his crews to infiltrate the anaconda section, she needed to vent her anger, and if that means unleashing it on the poor messenger then no problem. The messenger lowered his head in fear. “It was a job impossible ma. Most of my crew were killed by the trap that was set inside .”

"This was written by your father. It's addressed to you." ​KAEL’S POV ​The messenger was dead. ​Again. ​I stood over the body, staring down at the sheet covering the corpse. Two messengers. Two black crescents left as tokens. Both men dead before we could wring a single useful word out of them. ​Someone was systematically severing the head of every trail we uncovered. ​Gideon stood beside me, his hands resting on his belt. "We're running out of people to question, Alpha." ​"No," I corrected, looking up at him. "We're running out of people who are willing to talk."

Ronan stepped out of the hall doors behind me, his jaw setting into a hard line as he ordered the guard to bring the messenger inside immediately. A few minutes later, a dust-covered messenger was escorted into the hall. He dropped to one knee before us. "Speak," I commanded, my voice sounding far steadier than I felt. "What has occurred?" The messenger swallowed hard, refusing to meet my eyes. "There has been a death at Ironridge." The world seemed to instantly strip itself of sound. Everything inside my chest went deathly still. The crackle of the hearth fire faded, and the heavy footfalls in the corridor became distant thuds.

“HAHAHA! That guy believes in destiny. Right! It is his destiny to meet that girl who also ended his life.” “Margo!” He called out a name and pointed the messenger. A person clads in a bright white cloak that covered his face bowed before unleashing a katana-like sword. When he was done with his job, he bowed and disappeared from the group. In a mere second, the headless body of the messenger lost its life. The head fell from the air as it rolled to the feet of a subordinate. The eyes of the owner of the head were full of terror and disbelief. Even death could not vanish what he felt at that moment. “Search for that girl and kill her immediately as you can!”

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

Theron finished, "And Gideon died as the aggressor after formal settlement. I recognize no foul death." Cyn's pen stopped. "That's everything?" Ronan looked at him. "For now." "Copies?" "Enough for every surrounding Alpha." "And the Council." "Yes." Cyn nodded. Then hesitated. "What do I sign as?" I stared at him. Theron actually laughed. Ronan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Head Messenger." "Oh." Cyn looked down at his notebook. "Right." I smiled. The healer slapped my arm. "Ow."

She even told me I don't have a high taste which I don't think it's true. Alec is such a handsome guy with creamy skin and bright blue eyes. I know how many times I've wanted to drop dead just for him winking at me. Not to talk of him always looking after me. He even most times scolds my brother for being harsh to me. I just love everything about him. He's so divine. ".....but it's the truth" he completed his sentence. "Most alphas don't pray to have him visit their pack. He is a messenger of death because anywhere in his footsteps, they are doomed" Alec explained.

I said glaring at the messengers " one week!" "We sure will Darcy." The man among the three that hadn't spoken said. Darcy? "It's Luna Darcy." I said correcting him. He only nodded. "You may take your leave now." I said moving towards the door only to bump into the final messenger that spoke as he was about to go out the same time as I was. Immediately, I bumped into him, I saw an environment full of smoke and death. It was so real that I could perceive the odor of burning flesh in the atmosphere.