Novel & Cerita Morticia

THE SPIRITS HANNAH LYN MIOKI One of the celestial twin spirits and guardian of the Shrine Maiden Daniela. She is the embodiment of the celestial moon guardian of the night and holds the powerful death scythe that can command shadows and can kill a demon with a strike. Her human appearance is a beautiful girl with long dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. Mischievous and playful, she often plays with a human by sacring them with her ghostly appearance, thus puts her in trouble with the maiden and the constant scolding from her twin Jessa.

The students chorused, “Woooo” Host Hook continued, “He is Sixth born to his family and so he named as Hexa De Morte. He was more commonly known as Merchant of Demise, because, he was a professional coffin-maker of his times. Before introducing him, he owns five villas and one of these are renovated to Hotel Blue Moon.” Before anyone further asked any question, Host Hook continued without inhaling breath, “On his times, the family member of the dead person would approach him to mention the specific interests of the dead people to craft on their coffins. This merchant would carve the designs accordingly and he did charge for that.”

Mila's POV I gasped as Morticia grabbed my neck with her hands, her nails digging deep into my flesh as I whimpered. "What are you doing?" I managed to voice out. Morticia didn't answer me as her eyes were shining with a bright light. She screeched lightly and tightened her grip. My eyes widened in shock. Morticia was the other demon creature that had been doing all the killings. "Morticia, it's me, Mila," I struggled to speak as her hands didn't leave my neck

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

"Then I will leave it to you, and I will do the rest." Morrigan knelt in front of the tomb of her mother as she place a branch of camellias on top of it. Reaching for sticks of incense and offered it to the dead. Kneeling in front of her ancestors and her family. Sticking the incense to the incense burner. She heaved a sigh and smiled bitterly as she hoisted her skirt and helped herself up. The mausoleum is as solemn as it is, only the rustles of her dress could be heard inside. She curtsied in front of the tomb of her family.

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It burned her inside. “She thinks she is safe,” Clara whispered to herself. “She thinks Damien will protect her. But I will show her that no one can protect her forever.” She opened a small box hidden under her bed. Inside were powders, herbs, and dried leaves she had stolen from the healer’s hut. Some were harmless, but others were deadly. She picked one small pouch, dark green in color. “This one,” she said with a cruel smile. “A little in her drink, and Mira will never rise again. And when Elara cries, when her heart breaks, she will know how it feels to lose.”

She flickered her hands and commanded the orc blasting the force gun on the professor to grab everything they need in the old man's lab. "Greetings Professor Zen," the lady let out a smile from her full red lips. Her eyes bereft of emotions. "Ly-lyka, i-it's you... P-please help me," the professor coughed, blood coming out from his mouth. "My b-bones are brok—" A snap from his neck withdrew the life off from his eyes. She released her grip from the professor's broken neck and stepped outside. A wicked chuckle escaped her lips as she stepped into the swirling black portal near the lab's door.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.