New World Death Mote Novels & Stories

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!

Nikolas asked, confusion emanated from him in waves at my lack of reaction, "You're surprisingly non hyper-verbal." I only nodded. I mean, am I supposed to be surprised? In a span of four months, five people I thought were dead came back to life. I suddenly had a brother. My mother is a big bitch. My father kidnapped my daughter. I killed my father. My uncle wants me dead. So yeah, me joining the list of dead people didn't shock me that much. Nikolas stared back at me, confused and I can say a little bit worried, "You sure you're okay?" He asked. I took in a deep breath to saturate my lungs before I leaned backward and rested my eyes.

Once Zane is confident I’m okay, he goes to inform his father and brother, but he throws me off guard when he says he’s going to go talk to Death. “Uh, I didn’t realize you knew Death like that.” I respond, shocked. “I do. I will be back, Pet. You don’t want to go to Death’s realm. If you think my coven's realm is creepy, Death’s realm is a thousand times creeper. I think it’s creepy.” Zane states, kissing me on the head. “Take a steamy hot shower to relax you while I’m gone. I won’t be gone too long.”

“Shh.” The professor goes on. “As you all know, beneath Velthra is the Tophet, the parasitic layer of existence that we Nobles are in charge of keeping at bay to keep it from getting a foothold in the Mortal Realm. It’s a disturbing, lifeless void filled with the Voidmaws, Netherhounds, Shades, Undead, Shadowhounds, Monsters, and other unpleasantries, to put it lightly.” He taps the board. “And below Tophet is the Beyond, where we all go after death…”

After I died, my soul didn't disappear. Instead, I floated where I was. I was also forced to watch as pieces of my remains were discovered one by one from garbage piles and sewage pits. Most of them were dumped in the filthiest places imaginable. The brutality of the murder threw the entire pack into panic. The case immediately drew serious attention. A pregnant shewolf being tortured and murdered was a direct challenge to the laws of the werewolves. The Council issued an order demanding that the Alpha of Crimson Pack personally investigate the case.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

If they could annihilate an entire realm, then killing a pack of over a thousand werewolves shouldn’t be a problem to them. Yes, Knights of Death had annihilated an entire realm before—the sixth known realm. The star on their crest was representing six realms—not five. Now, one realm was out of the picture. There were only five realms left. Mira’s skin crawled at that. Mira shook her head. No, she didn’t want to think of a bad possibility. Cohen’s pack was the strongest in the region. They should be able to hold on for a while. “What were they thinking?” Mira grumbled.

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…

"From here, keep walking northward. Eventually, you’ll encounter the Underworld Stream. That’s where the base of the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen is. "You’re Honorable, and I've already spat it out. Could you spare my life? Just ignore my petty existence, all right?" the Rank 4 male Mad Ox Dark Race being pleaded. Unfortunately, Lucas shook his head. Without saying anything more, Lucas raised his finger. The face of the Rank 4 male Mad Ox Dark Race being turned pale. Before he could plead further, Lucas pointed at him with his finger. Subsequently, the Rank 4 male Mad Ox Dark Race was unable to scream before a gruesome hole appeared on his forehead; he died with his eye wide open

“A thread of death only happens a few ways, you had a run-in with death, which I don’t think you did. You were reborn, which again, probably not—” “People can be reborn?” Basil asked, his eyes widening. “Yes,” she said. “It’s more common than you would think.” Basil’s lips twitched into a wry smile, “At least… I’m not crazy.” He leaned back, “And what is the reason for my… thread of death?” “Curses,” Nimue said. “Most specifically, death curses or curses powered by deaths.” Basil frowned, “My mother died in childbirth.” “An otherwise healthy young werewolf with the best care the throne of the moon could afford just happened to die during childbirth?”