Novel & Cerita Morticia

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

“When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.” “God, I should hope not.” Eliza wiggled her shoulders, like she’d gotten the heebie jeebies. “You were there, weren’t you?” Jo asked, straying from the topic slightly, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. Eliza nodded. “I was there when your mom and Christian used some special grenades he’d come up with to blow Daunator into a billion pieces

Azazel’s eyes are hollow when they meet mine, “I’m so sorry, mate.” I give him a grateful nod as I take a seat and slide my palms across my face. That night, everyone holds a candlelight vigil for Lana. Within days, Zoe and Bree bury her casket next to her mother's grave. Because we were unable to gain possession of her body, we put keepsakes of her inside of the casket. I made her gravestone out of white dragon stone. Her gravestone read beloved sister, friend, daughter and soulmate. For hours, I sat in front of her grave and wept until Fallon found me and convinced me to go home.

I asked, my voice laced with both anger and confusion. Morticia stood to her feet, her slow steps calculated and filled with nothing but sinister intentions. Her response was chilling, a stark contrast to my emotional turmoil. "Because I deserved the position more. It was meant to be mine." she replied, her voice dripping with venom. "The place where she stood, it was supposed to be mine!" She snapped, the bitterness in her voice taking me by surprise. She walked closer to the steel bars, gripping them viciously, her knuckles turning white as she glared at me, her lips curled into a cynical smile, her long brown hair disheveled over her shoulders.

So he waited until they entered and then took a running start, jumped catching the top bar of the iron fence that was ten feet up and vaulted over it landing in a crouch. His eyes scanned and he saw movement of two figures to his right. That wasn’t all he saw. He stood and his jaw clenched. They were in a fucking graveyard. He thought vampires couldn’t walk in graveyards, but then again he had met a giant who managed to find a way to shrink himself, so stranger things had happened. The fact they were in a graveyard was concerning to him actually. They were dealing with an item that belonged to Hel, and she was a goddess of the underworld. Or part goddess and he’d been at this too long to no

They all said and taking her bloody hands, they kept it on themselves while she watched them emotionlessly. "Where is Humbert?" "Seems like he didn't return with his brother today. Probably, he left for his tour." "He will die soon." Simone said and stretching her hands widely, she laughed evilly for the first time, as the pleasure of committing a sin started to ease the pain, she felt in the few hours. Her laughter was merciless and inhumane. The greed to kill was so high that it could send shivers down anyone's spine. Celebrate the birth of the first ever Mafia Girl, Vienna. Happy days are over; it's time for terror. Simone Thompson's terror wouldn't allow you to live nor die!

My eyes met her mama's; she was looking at me with scorn "Get out, do not return" I growled She turned and walked but not before casting me one last dirty glance "You will do well to make sure she's safe and happy or I will come for you and I know what kills vampires if that is any consolation, my Lord’ she curtsied

"Alpha, we've tried everything. Luna… she might be in the well." Connor's sharp gaze bore into the warrior. After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse. "Open it. Bring out the corpse." Connor's warriors wrestled with the iron seal covering the well before descending into the abyss and retrieved what remained of me. Finally, after an eternity in the blackness, they pulled my body into the light. It was no longer recognizable, a foul, viscous substance that sent waves of nausea through the air. What little was left of me was placed in an icebox carved from frozen blocks and carried before him.

Even if you die, everyone would just hold a grudge against you for bringing the samples with you. "If you beg, Zachary and I might feel generous enough to go collect your corpse." My silence only earned sharper mockery. Zachary spoke coldly, "Before you die, remember to put those samples back into the car. Luna still needs them for her merit, you know? "Besides, if you hold it while you die, who knows what bad karma it's going to bring for a pregnant woman like her?" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me.

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.