Quyển Sổ Tử Thần 2 の小説・ストーリー

Chelsey was so exhausted for the past few days as she never left in Carina's wake. Her father, Rouge, was still under comatose in an ICU. She was thinking of visiting her brother, Carter, after the burial of her mother.She just wanted to cherish the last few hours with her mother's side. She Carina seemed to looked asleep while lying her lifeless body inside the coffin. Chelsey wanted to touch her mother's beautiful face but she couldn't anymore. She only caressed the glass in front of her mother's face.

Winter I jog along the path, which twists and turns its way through the trees. Just when I think I'm done crying, another tear slides down my face. I hastily brush each one away. What happened to Lucy is so unfair. She seemed like such a nice person. Did she do something to deserve what happened to her? How could anyone deserve having their soul consumed by one of those wisps? The questions about Lucy lead to bigger questions. Is this the place that everyone comes to when we die? Are we trapped here forever?

One of the Gods got this technique book by chance, which was the reason why this technique was in Xiao Long's head. Ten Step Of The Suppressive Tyrant, as the name suggests, this technique makes the steps of the person cultivating it extremely suppressive. To the point that if it reaches the tenth step, which is the last step, one's body and the area around it will be destroyed due to the pressure. Xiao Long included this technique because he thought it was really cool, which is a ridiculous reason.

She keeps staring at me with fear. Real fear. Then suddenly she asks quietly: “When you touched the vase… what did you see?” I freeze. The images flash through my head again instantly. Blood. Fire. Silver eyes. Death. My lips part slowly. “I saw people dying,” I whisper shakily. “And a voice said…” I stop breathing briefly. Because suddenly the exact words return clearly inside my head. I slowly look up at Maverick. Then whisper the sentence that makes the entire room go still. “The bond has awakened.”

Infected, bubbling with pus. She was screaming at first. Then crying. Now? Whimpering. Her breaths shallow. Her skin a lifeless gray. But I didn’t care. She had suffered but not enough. Still, I had to put an end to this and head back. I stood over her. Anita’s eyes flickered open, glazed with pain and fear. I raised my gun slowly and aimed it at her head. Calm. Steady. Final. “Now,” I said, voice low and cold. “You want to tell me what Sophia has on you?”

I didn't kill Felix. Death was too merciful for him. As the wolfbane's poison rapidly coursed through his veins, his struggles gradually became weaker. In the end, Felix lay completely still on the floor. Only his eyes, full of fear and pleading, continued to frantically dart around. It was perfect. This was the state that I wanted Felix to be in—trapped within his shell of a body while remaining completely lucid. That way, he would be faced with his own hopelessness for the rest of his days.

Darkness..... Where is this place? I can't see anything. Oh, I remembered, I was killed by....by those bastards...Cruel, They were so cruel. ... ... So this is the place people go after death? Why is it so dark? Wait...I seem to hear something. ... ... " Sheeran, Hey dude, what are you doing, man? Why are you sleeping at such an important event? " " Dude, Wake up, it's going to be your turn soon; damn, what's wrong with you? " *Whake* ' I am feeling pain? Wake up ? ' amidst the confusing thoughts, my eyes opened. " Damn, bro, you finally woke up; pay attention, will you? Your turn will come soon. " I turned in the direction of the voice which came from my right side. A boy with

The finality of Julian Thorne’s death brought a strange, heavy stillness to the Scriptorium. For the first time in three generations, there was no Thorne plotting in a tower and no Vane hiding in a basement. The "Black Ledger" was a closed volume, and the "Living Script" had become the oxygen of a new global economy. But for Thomas, the silence wasn't empty it was vibrating.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

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