One Thousand Years Of Death Novels & Stories

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

All three brothers froze, their heads turning toward her. "I didn't take his immortality so you could kill him," Annie said, and her voice shook with the effort of staying firm. "Are you serious right now?" Dante's voice rose with incredulity and fury. "After everything he's done—" Belarie met Killian's eyes. "I'm not going to beg you for my life. If you want me dead, I'm ready. I've lived five hundred years. That's more than any of you will ever see. So if you need my death to find peace, take it."

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Even Porter, who was aside, was also stunned. He had never heard of such a terrifying and mysterious organization before. Charlie then asked, “Which generation of dead soldiers are you?!” “I...” The man said in a trance, “I’m the tenth generation of dead soldiers...” “Ten generations...” Charlie was dumbfounded! Ten generations of dead soldiers meant that the span was more than two hundred years...

He roared, "Clarisse, Clarisse, I'm sorry! I love you... I heard that people become ghosts after death. You should come back to see or claim my life! Don't hide. I know you're here. Show up and let me take a look... I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." At the end of his sentence, he kept slapping his face, his eyes red like a trapped beast. He finally said he loved me, but it was after I died. However, it was too late, Connor. He got exhausted from crying and lay on the bed with my ashes. The next day, he went to the police station and resigned as a forensic doctor. Then, I watched him live like a zombie. He stayed at home every day. Besides doing chores, he held my urn. I floated aside with a frown and

I don't see the issue. Aria's expression darkened, and she shot me a venomous glare, clearly taken aback by my articulate defense. Melissa, however, was the one to step in. "Noelle, don't be too hard on Mrs. Scott. She's just following our local custom. When someone dies, we keep them at the funeral home for a few days. It gives everyone a chance to pay their respects before the burial." Aria quickly nodded. "Exactly, now let's put my son to rest. Melissa always makes sense."

The woman nodded slightly and said, "I see. Since everybody is going to die, what are you worrying about then?" "You..." The old man did not know what to say. He gave another long sigh, stroked his beard and went back to the issue, saying, "The last Annihilation Times should have come 7,000 years ago during the last cultivators' era, but for some unknown reason, the Annihilation was solved. There was no record about that at all. If it did come this time, every creature on this planet would perish. I'm afraid those superior Immortals in the Violet Manor could barely save themselves, not to mention saving us Rogue Immortals in this Human World. It's a shame that we have sent so many excellent