Quyển Sổ Tử Thần 2 Novels & Stories

“To tell you the truth, mistress, I do not know the details of the death of the gods. I have only lived for a hundred years, after the sorrowful death of the gods. For the specifics, I am sure Sir Charon and the other minor deities are well-aware as they were witnesses.” After her boring and unfulfilling meal, Angelique decided to walk around the mansion. She needed to learn the layout of the mansion. Though she did not feel that her life was in danger and everybody treated her well, she wanted to go back to her old life. As Rheie was always with her, she cannot make any moves yet. She would find the right timing later. She discovered that Hades’ office is on the right wing. The door was a l

Morticia sighed lightly, "Forsythe, there's something I'd like you to do for me. This is a serious matter; you must not take it lightly." She took out a secret manual. The cover was handwritten with the title, 'The Bloody Fiend's Tome'. It was clearly written recently by Morticia herself. Her exquisite face showed seriousness.

I said before she was shouting something before I was smirking and stepped forward with Noah. “Do not worry, we take care of her,” Noah said before the Huntress was looking at us. “You!” “We meet again, Miss Hunter,” I said before I smirked at her. She narrowed her eyes at me. “You again! I thought I kill you,” she shouted before I was looking at her. I smirked before I was bowing at her. “Alas, I am undead. Maybe you should check your weapon next time,” I said before I was using my power to get the fogs inside the forest and we were running out of the forest.

It felt like love. "What a precious little thing you are," he whispered admiringly and then dipped down. Carrying her in his arms, Kevin walked back into the room. The bed sank slightly as he gently placed her on it and tucked her into the covers. She was still asleep and looked adorable, which made him smile a little. Glancing at her one last time, Kevin was about to leave when his gaze was drawn to the pack of tablets kept on her nightstand. He initially mistook them for contraceptive pills, but when he picked up the pack, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Flashback Al stood in a state of injury and bathed in blood, the forest and the ground around him was shattered filled with blood and tens of thousands of corpses. Most of the corpses were humans and then vampires, there was also a vampire king named Victor who had died in front of Al. Not only that, there were also undead in the form of shattered skulls. There was a black fog slowly spreading around Al, the plants that were hit died instantly and turned to ashes. Meanwhile, the corpses turned into zombies that moved like mindless.

When he already put the heart inside the box, the guy holding it secure the box by locking it then left. He looked again to the guy lying on the ground. “Clean my mess,” he ordered his men while looking so happy. “Yes sir!” all of his men chorused in answering. He walked towards his seat and got the notebook on his desk. He then walked again to the place where Vincent died. He slowly let his fingers cross to the blood on the floor. He smelled it first then used his blood to mark “X” on Vincent’s face on his list. “Vincent Finesse… dead,” he said while smiling then he licked his fingertips. He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body.

that left him speechless. END OF VOLUME TWO

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

I pulled an unmarked folder free from the furthest corner, and a wave unease crashed over me. This wasn’t just paper and ink, I could feel the malice vibrating in my nerves. It was a record of lives stolen, futures erased. Grainy and stark photographs showed small, cold forms wrapped in lace, newborn pups whose eyes would never see daylight again. Beside them, names, dates, clinical notes, all of it a catalog of cruelty. ‘Subject 402: Discarded. Essence insufficient for the ritual.’ Zebub’s unmistakable elegant, looping, precise handwriting detailed a massacre.

The door slammed shut behind them, and the room fell silent once more. The debt papers vanished from the table, replaced by two flutes of champagne. I gestured, and the soldiers, disguised as thugs, respectfully backed away. Any sign of my earlier vulnerability was gone, replaced by an icy resolve. "Keep the plan moving," I commanded. The soldier nodded, took the family ring I handed him, and crushed the chip that monitored vital signs. The message–[Tania is dead]--would soon echo through the family ranks. The casino manager toasted me with a knowing smile.