My Descent Into Death Novels & Stories

Candles flickered violently. Dust lifted from the cathedral floor. Cracks splintered beneath my boots with sharp snapping sounds. The blood tasted unbearable. Metallic. Rich. Alive in ways human language couldn’t survive describing. Pleasure crashed against horror so hard I stopped knowing which one I was feeling. Then came the deeper craving. Warm blood. Living blood. Breathing blood. A pulse moved somewhere nearby beneath the lower cathedral halls. Human. My head snapped toward it instantly. Cassian moved before I did.

It was to the next plane they would tread in. As I came closer to the darkness, I realized it churned in a slow circle below, the spirals rising towards me, a vortex. I paused my descent as I unfastened the necklace, slipping the bracelets into my hand. I looked up, seeing Wyatt in his beast’s skin. His determined golden eyes bore into mine, so I mouthed three words. The last few bubbles escaped my mouth, my body sank down, and I surrendered to the inky power beneath me as it coiled around me, pulling me into the depths of it. My light ignited as the veil of death closed in. Only in death can you be reborn.

The frozen panorama under changed into even extra desolate than before, the infinite expanse of white damaged best via way of means of jagged cliffs and deep crevasses. "This area is cursed," Vanessa muttered, staring out the window. "Every time we suppose we’re finished with it, it pulls us back." "Let’s make this the last time," Damien said coldly. The Descent The signal led us to a massive crevasse, its depths shrouded in darkness. "The readings are coming from miles below the surface," Kyle said, his voice tense. "We’ll have to descend through the ice to reach it." "And if it collapses on us?" Rook asked.

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

"The last thing we need is for you to catch a chill." He then closed the bedroom door on her, but instead of leaving the villa, he headed down the stairs leading to the basement. Was he finally going to confirm the truth? When Toby mustered up the courage to open the basement door, he cursed endlessly upon realizing that the decomposing corpses were filling the room with a horrendous stench. He retched continuously as he complained, "What exactly are you pulling, Joyce? I'm giving you one last chance! If you still refuse to come out, I'm really going to be angry!"

*** Raven’s jaw tightened. “I need to understand it.” *** That was different. *** ### The Descent Raven closed her eyes. *** And reached. *** Not outward. Not toward the battlefield. *** Inward. *** The cold place answered first—steady, familiar. Death. Controlled. *** Then— the other. *** It rose faster this time. *** Not hesitant. Not distant. *** Waiting. *** The moment she touched it— the world changed. *** ### The Vision She stood on a battlefield. Not Valros.

"Arthur thought he was building a shield. I thought I was building a throne. But the network... the network was just an artificial womb. The Ninety-Day Clause wasn't a timeline for a publishing contract or a corporate merger. It was the gestation period for a new species." The Descent We didn't take the elevator. The Spire's internal architecture was dead, its black glass stairs cracked and jagged. We scrambled down the maintenance shafts, our boots slipping on the fragments of the old world, the scent of sagebrush and salt growing stronger as we neared the desert floor.

Chad was truly bewildered; he never expected Evergrow to be the key to immortality. At that moment, the array of patterns on the ground of Temple Road lit up, and in an instant, the patterns crawled all over Chad's body. Samuel hovered in mid-air, overlooking Chad like a deity looking down on a mere mortal. "You still have a chance to live. My offer remains the same—call your parents, join the Descent Faction, and I'll help them shed their mortal forms and achieve immortality!" Chad, completely immobilized, retorted, "If you're going to kill me, just do it. Spare me the nonsense!"

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.