Quyển Sổ Tử Thần 2 Novels & Stories

No, no, no, please! She opened the door and the girl who had screamed ran past her. She was literally shaking in fear. Laying right ahead was the body of the weirdly insane librarian who had freaked out infront of her earlier. Was she dead? Did she kill her? She walked slowly to the body for verification and each step she took destroyed her hope piece by piece. It was the same way. The same way that man had died. No injuries, wounds or cuts. Just a mouth flowing with an eye scorching amount of blood.

Sebastian’s hands stroked my face, wiping away the bloody tears. “As for the incubus,” Sebastian began as he pulled towels from under the sink. “An incubus can be killed easily when he is in his true form, if you have a cursed dagger like the Assassin had. And he isn’t dead Christine, he was just returned to the Underworld. That is why there is no body, it was returned to where it was supposed to be all along.” I hummed in understanding. I don’t know why I had felt sorry for Wyatt, I mean, Ir’ak, when he stood in front of me. Now I was glad he was gone. He wouldn’t hurt anyone on earth and he certainly wouldn’t hurt me playing with my feelings.

--- Ilyra remained awake. --- One final file rested open in front of her. Old. Very old. Almost deleted. --- She turned the last page. Read the final notation. Then froze. --- SUCCESSFUL REINTEGRATION SUBJECT REPORTED NO FURTHER ATTACHMENT DISTRESS --- Beneath it: --- SUBJECT EXPIRED ELEVEN DAYS LATER --- No cause of death. No explanation. No supplemental report. Nothing. --- Just success. Then death. --- Ilyra stared at the page.

I crouched down and pulled it out halfway to get a better look. On the Matter of Souls: Death, the Afterlife, and Everything Between “Seems useful,” I muttered to myself and pulled it out. It was heavier than it looked. The cover was dark green, the papers gone yellow with age, and when I cracked it open, dust came flying up that made me cough and wave my hand in front of my face. The first page had a beautiful illustration of Death on it, although the ink had browned. I turned carefully to the table of contents and ran my finger down the list.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

- End Of Chapter 24: Future & Revenge -

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

And what a horrible end I met. My heart bangs one last rib splitting time sending a lightning bolt of pain through my body effectively ending my tortured life. Last thought…................................. ..........................................................Goodbye Jace…................. . . . 📀Disk 2 Sub Theme : A New Vamp Emerges . . Marcos Pov

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.

That was the signal for the departure of everyone who watched us as if the show was over. At that point, I could not help but gasp as the transparent liquid went down from my eyes to my cheeks. But before anyone could notice it, I immediately wiped away the tears that welled my eyes. I got up from the trade while still carrying the book. I turned to look back at Hailey and Albus. There, I saw them again. I saw two black shadows behind them. Two grim reapers who would soon take their souls to the other side of the world.