New World Death Mote Novels & Stories

POV: Neoma Solstice Thirty days. Seven hundred and twenty hours. A lifetime compressed into the tick of a countdown clock. Neoma stood on the edge of the crater in the Dead City. The wind here was different. It didn't smell of pine or ozone like Nova Luna. It smelled of old dust and iron—the scent of a planet that had already died once.

" Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. I was resting backstage after the event when my phone rang. The call came from a number I didn't recognize. Then, Nathan's weathered, hoarse voice came through. "Kimmy, it's me… I saw the news. It's so nice to see you being successful. "I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. I've been diagnosed with an incurable disease, and I only have a few days to live. I just wanted to hear your voice before I die…" If I had heard these words in my previous life, I would have probably started crying by now and been on my way to see him for the very last time.

world above us. "We don't have a computer," I said. "We don't need one," the Original-Draft smiled, revealing teeth made of ivory code. "We have the 'Source-Key' in your gut. And we have the 'Shadow King's' memory. We’re going to build a **'New-World.exe'**... but this time, we’re not going to let the 'Management' have the password." ### The War for the New-World The "Hard-Purge" hit the Trash-Bin.

"Oh, my! Is that Mrs. Lundell inside? How did she die so suddenly? I'm sorry, Maddie." She then turned to look at Harvey and started acting coquettishly. "I really like that urn, Harv! Can you ask Maddie to give it to me? "The stray dog I had just died yesterday. It was so pitiful, so I want to use Mrs. Lundell's urn for it. Pretty please?" I looked at Nelly in disbelief. Harvey reached out to grab Mom's urn. "Give it to me. This urn is perfect for the ashes of a stray dog."

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

Blood was everywhere—thick, metallic. His dead eyes flickered. "Do you remember... in our last life..." He coughed blood, voice torn to shreds. "You bonded to me... under the Moon Goddess statue... said it'd be forever... said you'd plant Moonpetals in the yard..." His fingers clawed at the mud like he was digging up ghosts. "You had a pup... she had your eyes... chased fireflies in the yard..." I let him talk. Then I laughed—cold and sharp. "Keep repeating it. Maybe one day you'll believe it. But guess what? I came back too."

“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!

“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…”

Shame on me in case. @Death Wish

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.