New World Death Mote Novels & Stories

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Orion just stares at Death, clearly shocked and confused as to why his father would give up his mantle now that he has this new, immense power. “And I!” Death declares, looking around at his courtiers, and his priests, and the girls all dressed in red. “Will be Emperor of this entire Planet! I claim it as my own, I seize it from Darkness himself!” A huge pulse – much more powerful than the one we felt before – pounds out around us, echoing through the entire space. My eyes go wide as I realize that Death just declared a new war, and this time against a much, much more powerful foe than I.

Dead people don’t… I touched my chest… ba‑dump, ba‑dump… it was there—my heartbeat. So… why is my heart beating like a trapped rabbit if I’m dead? And if I was not, then what was this place? I couldn’t possibly be dead. Could I? [Player 09. Player 013. Reaper 077. Head to the Exit. Bus doors will be open for survived players after dawn.] An old man from seat number 09 stood and waited at the entrance of the door. He didn’t seem scared at all. As if he was used to all of this.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

Malleteagan’s POV With our gazes cast down, we were butchering through in skirmish with Veltalas, chopping their skulls off with chthonic axes and advancing through the vast space of the main Morsburg dungeon. Without the ability to see and use eyesight as a lead in the fight, we had to rely on our other senses entirely. I have lost a few more omegas, and Thersar lost a few lesser faes. Nexelex lost a few warriors, too, while Kandreah lost none. When we finally managed to break through and get to the dungeon's exit, we ended up in an enormous space in front of Morsburg's central dungeon. We were breaking through the town of Morsburg now.

“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…