Moonbin Death Scene Novels & Stories

One beat, a million feelings. The news went on with the pictures of the scene…dead people on the ground and weapons on the ground. Then my picture and that of Mark appeared on the screen. How? No one saw us leave the venue and it was all just today, Danielle is dead, how did—Goddammit.

However, photos of Sol within the family were deleted, and no one should have a copy of them unless someone would sneak into Leon’s bedroom - which was impossible. “Let’s see how this play goes,” He coldly muttered and sent out the last message before destroying the phone. [Your lover is a mafia prince, don’t be fooled.] Salazar smirked and saw that Sabrina had read his phone before destroying it. His assistant whispered in his ears and waved his hand - as if telling him to leave; “Execute kill the Lion.” Salazar enunciated indifferently. In the next hour, the whole Rayfield city was filled with: ‘Leon McConnell found dead.’

I inquired as I tap the glass and it turned on, the brightness of sea haze shines on my face suddenly and then I cover my sights from its light. "Last night, Jeremiah Bobbin discovered the body near his house before he manage to take out the junk, he witness the homicide through his window while no one was around because the time set on an evening around ten" she replied while she lay her thigh onto her lap above her comfy chair with wheels beneath it.

Their laughter is heard by the man in the hallway. In a semi dark room which is brightened from the hazy light of a disco ball, Michael is meeting Mr. Bullswood. They haven’t even begun talking when Mr. Bullswood’s body drops on the floor. “Damn it!” said Michael. He looked around him but couldn’t see anyone. It was just the two of them in the room. He checked his pulse and confirmed what he already knew. He is dead!

I reentered the platform area again. Selene clapped her hands together when she saw me. "This is the one. Ronan is going to die when he sees you in it." We all laughed together for a moment. Tara took some photos for the records. She began to pin the hem to show where it should be shortened. We discussed which veils should be used with particular jewelry. I finally experienced my first moment of relaxation during the day. The second dress succeeded so far in the fitting process.

Their eyes met. Gold. Fierce. Afraid. For her. A word slammed into her mind with the force of a falling star. Mine. Her breath hitched. And deep inside her, something ancient opened its eyes. The pain surged— —and Lena screamed as the red moon burned her world into something new.

The bubble around them began to flicker, the pressure outside screaming as the energy field lost its source. "I... am... not... the... Director," Jinyan roared, the gears in his chest flying apart in a spray of sparks and oil. He crushed the glass heart. The bubble didn't just pop. It imploded. The last thing Panni saw was Jinyan’s stone face turning back to flesh for one final, agonizing second—a look of absolute, unshielded love—before the black wall of the Atlantic came crashing down on them all.

As the last of them skittered away, Damien turned his predatory gaze back on Kiera, baring his fangs hungrily. "The Blood Moon has graced me with a rare beauty to bear my heirs," he leered, beginning to disrobe. "How privilege it will be to make you mine in every way, little Luna." Kiera's heart pounded as she shrank back against the ornate wooden frame of the nuptial mattress. This domineering brute was truly the stuff of nightmares. Before she could formulate a plea or retort, Damien pounced - his sheer body weight pinning her effortlessly as he wasted no time claiming her.

But his expression turned glacial, his eyes freezing into icy shards that made my heart skip a beat, Fear gripped my heart, but I stood firm, my gaze locked on his. "When I look into your eyes, I see a light within”. You can't intimidate me into leaving, not now that I've seen the beauty within you." I glimpsed a fleeting flicker of sorrow in his eyes, a momentary crack in the icy facade, but it was swiftly extinguished, leaving only an unyielding chill. And then, his voice dropped like a guillotine, severing all hope: "I'm Death incarnate... I'm Lunaria's dark prince, Romain Grimaldi."

he said, his voice tinged with fear as his eyes scanned me for any sign of injury. I grabbed Thorne by the shoulders, my grip tight, and stared into his eyes. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice fierce, though the tremble of confusion still lingered. “She touched me. And I touched her. And I’m still alive. None of it makes any sense, but it happened.” Thorne just stood there, staring at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I was on cloud nine. I had touched the Luna of Death and lived to tell the tale.