روايات وقصص ضمن Quyển Sổ Tử Thần 2

Lucien stared at it. “That’s impossible.” The agent nodded nervously. “We thought so too.” Aurora’s heartbeat thundered. Adrian was dead. She had seen the warehouse collapse. There was no way… The message suddenly opened by itself. One sentence appeared. If you’re reading this… then Phase Two has begun. Silence. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Aurora stood frozen. Her mother’s diary trembled in her hands. The final page. The final secret. Everything had led here.

A book lay open, its pages made of thin sheets of copper. "These are stolen," she hissed, her finger hovering over a line of text. "This is High Elven. This is a treatise on star-navigation. They stole it when they burned the Silver Spires." "They steal everything," Tristan said, moving deeper into the room. "Keep moving. We’re looking for 'Project Apotheosis' or 'The God-Shell'. Look for the Emperor’s seal." They split up, moving down opposite sides of the narrow aisle. Saoirse scanned the spines. The Anatomy of Angels. Void Theory. The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation.

Grandma continued. Sybil smirked as she walked toward her abandoned home. She retrieved the spellbook and handed it to her grandma. In front of a hundred people, she set her house ablaze and calmly entered. Though bystanders watched a young girl go inside, not a single scream was heard. Sybil had mastered the art of manipulating death. When the flames finally died down, there was nothing left—no trace of Sybil's existence, except for her relentless pursuit of power and dominion over all.

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

It was the smile of death. #to be continued in Chapter 2.3 - Albert's Past

He ridiculed, "Don't tell me you believe in that bullshit too?" "I do," Elsie agreed, in a firm tone. Waving his hands, Aiden scoffed, "Don't be silly." "Sincerely, what if I told you I was reborn?" Elsie asked, anticipation glowing in her eyes. She wondered if he would believe that this was her second life, which explained her extreme changes. If he would believe that Lynn Painter could not be dead, for she was the one that killed both of them. If he would believe that there was an entire group of people who had lived before and had been granted another chance by the Almighty.

Reina smiles in satisfaction, yet with a hint and shadow of a cunning one as a snap echo and a pentagram is formed from the air and on the top of her hand, as a book perfectly landed unto her hand and purposely showed it with the title and the words. “BLOOD RESURRECTION.” Ringing the name of not just an ordinary book covered with the tainted black and mark with the picture of blood and knives. Kyle smiles in a twisted way and once more, as he knew and live within that book, wherein it is the second book of the original world’s Shinzo Dimension. “Seeing your smile and that very grin, I guess I do not need to explain further what does this book holds, am I right, Kyle?”

In the end, I could only watch helplessly as Roland flushed all the ashes down the toilet. Seeing him hold up the empty box to show it off to me, I spat out another mouthful of blood and completely lost consciousness. … I woke up to a suffocating sensation. Roland was shoving my head into the lake. I struggled desperately as he sneered. "Don't blame me for being ruthless, Dylan. If you want to blame someone, blame your dead sister for recognizing that I was one of the people who violated her back then. And because I want to live, you'll just have to die. Goodbye, Dylan."

She then motioned for Abigail to come closer. Emerald put some sage in the crying bowl along with another vial of liquid. Something that Abigail had never seen her use before. It smelt sweet like honey but had the aftertaste of decaying flesh. The water instantly turned black and began to swirl. The look of it sent a shiver down Abigail’s spine for she had no idea what was about to happen. She had never attended a ritual before so tonight was extra scary for her. Emerald stirred the mixture and told Abigail to bend over and look deep into the foul-smelling ritual bowl.