Quyển Sổ Tử Thần 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Messy, unpredictable, beautiful life. And for once, the world didn’t feel like it was leaving me behind. I picked up my notebook again, flipping through the pages slowly. Past the scenes of battle. Past the maps. Past the sketches of beasts, the descriptions of portals, the fragments of conversations I had written down word for word so I wouldn’t forget them. Past the chapter where Carter fell—my handwriting shaky, uneven. Past the aftermath, where I wrote in half-finished sentences because breathing hurt too much to focus.

They wanted to keep my urn, but Alyssa stopped them. "It was his final wish." Her voice was hoarse, her eyes empty. "We already ruined his life. We can't betray his death, too." After taking care of my funeral arrangements, Alyssa returned to the Salazar estate. Nathaniel was still locked inside his room. For the past several days, he had been living a life even worse than the one I'd once endured. Each day, he was given only water and a little bread. Alyssa opened the door.

⸻ The boy who should have died… Had finally returned. 🖤 End of Chapter 29 To Be Continued…

The red light on my tactical console died, replaced by a steady, quiet blue. Silence returned to the basement—stagnant, metallic, and heavy with the smell of burnt circuits. Kael’s voice was a final, peaceful rattle in my skull. “Done… for… now…” I fell to my knees, my breath coming in shallow, jagged sips. My left arm was smoking, the waxy quartz skin now etched with a jagged, crimson-black sigil—the mark of the Second Prime. Leo threw his shivering body against my chest, his stuffy nose wet against my skin.

she held the sword and looked at the vampire, feeling the life leave her body, but before it would, she picked her sword again and cut him on the leg with such force before pushing it right through his chest, killing him, and she fell on the side, breathing weakly. It was not long after Bathilda fell that Jade also fell, but at that time, there were only two of the enemies left. Sage looked at him and then at the rest of the other people, and then he moved his eyes to look at Kyra. They were the only two left alive in the battle. He used his last ounce of strength to fight the two vampires at once and even though he sustained cuts from their sword, he didn’t give up and kept on fighting.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4 "𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑀𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣

That's right, in hell, which is under Hades' control, nothing can blind him. “These are the notebooks you was looking for…” Hades said, then he looked at Aubrey. “The previous one was burned by you, so the names of Drusilla and your sister could not be found.” “I understand and also know how to use it!” Aubrey stood outside the bookshelf, which contained thousands of life-and-death books with thousands of names written inside, each book showing their life, how they were born and how they died. Aubrey read someone's name aloud: “PACULAR WHISKER…”

Brynn rubs the back of her neck. I offer her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure my room isn’t far from yours.” To answer, Madame Aldine begins walking again. “This way.” After shooting Brynn one more encouraging look, I follow Madame Aldine down the hallway across the landing. A tapestry stretches across a good half of the wall, its vibrant colors telling a story about a battle involving dragons, werewolves, and… I get closer. A man holds a woman in a gown in one arm, her eyes closed and her hand pressed to her forehead in distress. He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp.

She began to "expand." Her body became a massive, light-drinking "Void-Seed" that began to pull the glowing scrolls into her chest. "The 'Second Book' has been 'Cancelled'," the voices whispered from the sky. "And the 'Total Deletion' has begun."

As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table—I was dead. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn't returned. The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.