Morticia Gomez Addams Novels & Stories

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.

The craziness of death laughing, the fact that is laughter was warming, was insane. “Stasia, you are the first of hundreds of offspring of my siblings that have ever called me that. Your grandfather and my 9th Grimm are the only ones that ever call me Morty. Man, I haven’t laughed that hard in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt. Thank you.” Mortifer stated as he tried to catch his breath.

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.

She has a death tag too like mine. “No,” I whispered when I saw my best friend lying dead. There’s a possibility that my mom is not joking with me but I still need to find Jayvee to witness it with my own eyes. I need to see him before believing that he is really gone. I keep on walking while my mom keeps on following me. With the blanket that is covering my body. I don’t care as long as I will find Jayvee and see with my bare naked eyes that he is already dead. Otherwise, I will not believe what my mom told me. People inside the morgue are looking at me and they start murmuring. I know they are surprised because I came back from death like Lazarus and now I am walking in front of them but t

Easily the size of my whole house in Wisconsin. Sconces on the walls emit a soft glow, and flames dance in a fireplace that’s so tall I could stand up in it. Oil paintings of stuffy old people line the walls, and a staircase winds up to the second floor. Hallways branch off to the left and the right, muffled voices floating down one of them. “My name is Madame Aldine. I trust your journey here was without incident.” She folds her hands together in front of her and a golden brooch shines at the base of her throat. “It is imperative that you get sufficient rest tonight as tomorrow you will be facing The Selection.”

Hayden nods proudly and I agree as I lay back and watch her meeting but when she looks up, she looks bothered and upset so I turn on the volume to listen in. There is a female voice by the name of Victoria and another man’s voice and I can tell it’s not Uncle William so it must be someone new. “Have you heard how that nasty woman just ruined mummy’s deal and threatened her?” Hayden asks and I ball my tiny hands into fists as anger bubbles inside me. No one messes with my Mummy! “Yes I did but she won’t get away with it. Anyone who makes mummy sad will always pay for it.” I turn to face Hayden who nods in agreement.

"My friends tell me I should really stop doing this but... it's my way of... reminding myself that you're gone and just give myself time to think about things. Even think out loud, without being judged." She smiled at his ceramic picture on the tombstone. She let out a sigh before she went fill up her bucket with water. She returned and added some washing powder and bleach. She grabbed her scrub and began to clean the tombstone. A regular ritual each time she visited his grave. When she was done she sighed in satisfaction. She packed her cleaning stuff and went to get fresh flowers. She divided the bouquet in two and put each small bunch in a vase on either side of the tombstone.

I was still on the same bed I’d been punctured on, only now I was wearing clothes, and the needles were gone. Sitting beside me was a woman dressed in black from her head to her toes. She wore a black hat, her eyes were as dark as a raven’s, and her smile made me shift uneasily. “Who the hell are you?” I asked as she sat there, staring and smiling at me. “I’m Morticia,” the woman said. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. After the way Grey and the organization have been bragging about you, I just knew, darling—you’re special.”

Unable to hold back anymore, I step out and approach their table. Both of their eyes land on me. Liam freezes while Morticia just arches an eyebrow, calm as a cat watching a fight unfold. “Well,” she murmurs. “I was wondering when you’d show up. After all, it's not easy to get rid of a grieving Alpha” “Cut the act,” I snap, stalking closer. “What the hell is this? What did you do to her?” Liam’s expression hardens instantly. “You have no business barging in here, asking to ease your delusion”

The cemetery held such a powerful mix of emotions—energy, sadness, and heaviness—that left me in awe. I moved the light over the area, revealing a towering tomb that dominated the back right corner. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding to the mystique. It was exactly where the star on the map had indicated. The name Gomez was carved into the highest point of the mausoleum in a font reminiscent of Old English. A small plaque on the side of the structure, covered in mineral buildup from years of weathering, displayed six names with middle initials.