Novel & Cerita Morticia Frump

Morticia woke up the next morning, feeling weak as hell, her head throbbing like it was going to slipt into two any moment. "Urgh.. I'm gonna be sick," she complained, getting off from the bed in the slowest way ever. She stood up, feeling pressed, and dragged her lazy self to the bathroom. She washed her face and gasped when she sighted her reflection on the mirror. Her lips parched, hair messy like a bed nest. Her eyes slightly swollen. Why was it swollen?... ah right, yesterday was her father's death anniversary.

Nirvana pleaded in tears "I doubt if you'll be able to cope with such memory" Stone said feeling concerned "I can, it's my cross and I will bear it" Nirvana said sniffing back her tears "If that's what you want.. then it's done" Stone waved his hands and Nirvana immediately landed in her room "Thank goodness everything is back to normal" Mule said. He was badly wounded by Albert "If he hadn't given me back the pearl of life and dead, he would have still been alive" Stone said sadly as he carried Desmond's dead body to his chambers. He laid him on an Ice coffin and wept

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

He could believe that Caleb would gain the ability to punch above his weight, but punching above his weight while also killing instantly? Caleb smiled faintly in turn. "Yorba Danmel, Tobek Zangief, Zahn Nispark… I will bury you and your friends right here!" Bang! A five foot-long ancient bronze coffin appeared right beside Caleb just then! Clang! The lid on the coffin opened audibly and slowly just then, revealing a darkness within that was no different from the abyss. Yorba, Tobek, Zahn, and their respective patriarchs felt their hearts skipping a beat seeing such an eerie sight, unable to smile…

"Please help me... I can't die..." In that moment, something inside her snapped. A sharp pain eent through her body, starting from her spine and then manifesting outside. Her Bones cracked and shifted, muscles contorted and reformed. She could feel her skin stretching, fur shooting out in its place. Her vision blurred, but she didn't falter. Her transformation was complete in seconds, leaving her not as a human, but as a wolf.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

Winter I jog along the path, which twists and turns its way through the trees. Just when I think I'm done crying, another tear slides down my face. I hastily brush each one away. What happened to Lucy is so unfair. She seemed like such a nice person. Did she do something to deserve what happened to her? How could anyone deserve having their soul consumed by one of those wisps? The questions about Lucy lead to bigger questions. Is this the place that everyone comes to when we die? Are we trapped here forever?

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"