Messenger Of Death Novels & Stories

And then the messenger’s voice came again, louder and harsher. “Last chance… or she dies.”

“Who’s attacking? Is it the Overlord’s forces?” The messenger shook his head, his expression twisting in disbelief. “No, Luna. It's... it's crows.” “Crows?” I repeated, my own voice flat with disbelief. It sounded ridiculous. “The skies are full of them,” the messenger stammered, his eyes darting around as if he was still seeing the scene in his mind. “They’re dropping... something. Strange items, small black canisters. They explode with this thick, strange mist—like smoke, but it’s not. And the people... they’re convulsing, collapsing almost instantly.”

Caspian accepted the scroll. Slowly. Carefully. As though touching it might trigger something terrible. The messenger smiled weakly. Not from happiness. From resignation. Like a man who had completed his final duty. Then he died. Just like that. Gone. The room remained silent. No one moved. No one spoke. Thunder shook the sanctuary. Caspian looked down at the sealed message. A terrible feeling settled in his stomach. Slowly... He broke the seal. Opened the report. And read.

Brenda took a glance at the screen and tossed her phone aside. Sitting in the front passenger's seat, I could see on the screen the chat window with my name on it. There were two messages displayed on the screen. "Mom, I already went back to school since I had something to do. "I probably won't be able to drop by home since I'll be busy for quite some time." I wondered who it was that had used my phone to send these messages after I died. I tried my best to recall what happened after I entered the basement. However, I could not remember anything else other than the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor.

They’re pretty childish despite their age. Again, condolences. If there is another Goddess Blessed, it means I died and couldn’t do anything about the vampires, or there is another calamity going on. I’m sure you can solve whatever it is. And I hope there’s no more Goddess Blessed that would arrive. We might be referred to as the Goddess’ Messenger, but still, we’re just a bad omen of what is about to happen. That’s why: don’t trust anyone. Not even your fate-mate.

"I don't think he's out there delivering messages, Alpha Ryder. It's been more than six hours now and we haven't gotten any word from him. The other alphas that he was to deliver messages too said that they haven't seen him." I raised an eyebrow as I poured the remaining tea from the jug into my cup. "Okay?" I muttered as I picked up the cup and turned to face John. "Well, I guess we'll punish him for lazing around then. But for now, I actually would love to enjoy my tea in peace." "Ryder," John interrupted, anger now evident in his voice. "I think it's best that you regard this matter with the urgency that it demands and stop playing with it. Your messenger was killed by Alpha London, Ryder

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

she mumbles, her eyes wide. I exhale a huge lung full of smoke and relish the calm feeling for a second. “He’s not only the Flying Death, he’s the reaper and I’m pretty sure your time is up lady,” Missile says, laughing as I hand him back the joint. Just then the rumble of some motorcycles filters into the lot and I can only crack my neck. Her eyes gloss over and her heart rate goes bonkers. I like seeing her sweat. “Have you had any other children,” I ask, rubbing my beard.

A few individuals from the Chief heavenly messengers had been killed and the Tigers were driving with a wide hole in scores. Scorpion, Screw's Cousin who served as the Tiger's head and a portion of his major young men had gone to one of their joints and safe-houses, an uncompleted structure, to chill. Screw was among the young men who went with Scorpion. As Scorpion chose a block and exposed out a stogie, he saw a message on the floor and a plume with it. He called the consideration of a portion of his young men and they generally read it together. "The Host of Heavenly messengers is coming to sting the scorpion by 5.45pm." They read the message resoundingly. Scorpion investigated his wristw

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