Oh That's A Dead God Novels & Stories

Austin’s body hit the ground with a loud thump. Weather, Prince Bo, and Prince Brayden gasped loudly. Agatha was shocked. The God of Death grumbled at Austin, “There! Happy now? We did what you wanted. So... stop causing me trouble." Everyone was confused bywhat the God of Death is saying. They didn't understand why he was talking to Austin as if he was still alive. The God of Death waved his hand at Austin and said, “Go back to where you belong!” “Owwww,” groaned Austin. He slowly stirred on the ground.

Not for any reason, but I realised the death plague hades brought along wasn't gone yet, even though Hades was. Word Count : 751 Sing Of Choice : Dead to Life By Ecstatic Ft Krigarè Ask Your Questions :

It shattered against an unseen barrier and snapped back into him. He fell to one knee, breathing hard, blood trailing down his chin. “It… it won’t…” His voice cracked with disbelief and anger. “I can’t hurt you.Damn it Isis” he cursed Ivana felt her heart hammering. “Why?” she whispered. “Why are you trying to kill me?” He slowly lifted his head. A mocking smile curled his lips. “Congratulations,” he said coldly. “You are the bride of a god.”

While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?" Zachary kept me company during my unborn child's burial. Then, he brought me home. Peter was crouched at my door, waiting for us. I rolled my eyes at him. I questioned, "What are you doing here?" He fell to his knees and begged, "Let's talk in private. I won't bother you anymore moving forward." Helplessly, I pointed toward a café some distance away and said, "Let's go there." Peter fixed his eyes on me as I drank my cup of coffee. He remained silent.

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

In Russian. “Sorry,” he looked over at me and clicked it onto BBC news. Laying back his head came to the side to look at me. “You look nice.” “No, I don’t.” I chuckled. “Why is it for us when it rains it pours.” “I don’t get the expression,” he put a prawn cracker in his mouth. “Like when it’s shit it’s really shit.” I was shovelling the food into my mouth, eyes on him. His hand went to his ridiculous jaw line.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

He gestured to the four masked men who aimed their pistol at Massimo. "Mass....Vincent is in!" Hyacinth muttered. "Don't worry, he can't do a thing" he assured. "Then why is he here?" She asked. "The deal ends today because Godmother is dead!" Alejandro winked and Massimo gasped. "What! How?" He asked curiously. "I freaking killed, she's taking a whole lot of time.." he paused and faced somewhere else. "Who still stays alive at 85!!!" He grinned evily as he faced Massimo.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.