Regulus Corneas Death Novels & Stories

RAYNE The sheets were cool against my skin as I lay curled in the center of Reid’s massive bed, my arms wrapped around a pillow that still smelled like him. He was gone, having slipped out to handle the logistics of our trip, leaving me alone with the horrible truth. Reid had Blue Blight. Reid was dying, and there was nothing that I could do about it. The words repeated in my mind. It was the same disease that his father, Alpha Marcus, had. That was the real reason why Luna Selene had murdered her own husband.

Licht looked at Cora excitedly with a treacherous gleam in his eyes. Cora glanced at him and said, “What do you have?” Just as Licht was about to speak, he saw someone approaching from a distance, and he frowned. “Who’s there?” “It’s me.” Regus' voice sounded a little anxious. “Oh? What’s up, Regus?” Licht was taken aback. When they arrived, they had agreed on the division of labor. Regus would use Verge Mirror for the time being. As Regus said, Verge Mirror belonged to the Beelzebub royal family, after all, so he must know more about it than Licht.

"When she's willing to come back, then we'll find someone suitable." The pair of corneas to be used tonight were obtained by him through some friends from the black market. He said that they were from a critically ill patient who wanted to sell his own corneas. However, the other party unexpectedly knew the exact time of death, which suggests that it may not have been a natural death. So Kendrick, who was already reluctant to use these corneas of unknown origin, only placed a deposit because he was eager to restore Annabelle's eyesight. What happened? While he was risking his life to help her find a cornea, she was planning an escape.

Kael intervened and the doctor's eyes rested on us for a few more seconds before he mouthed an ‘oh’ out of realization. “Oh my goodness. My goodness, you didn't know your son died?” The doctor said with a fallen yet confused expression and I took a seat. “He had Metaphase Collapse Disorder. He was bound to die the minute he shifted and there was no cure. The Luna tried out an exhibitor in the testing process for treatment but we couldn't get that as the funding for that was directed to the Awakening Serum project.”

How? How could my rejection still work when I was already gone? For the first time since my death, I saw true fear in Lumian’s eyes.

Aunt Drucella added. “They serve only one master, their creator_ they become mindless and eventually die when their creator is killed.” “This is what killed Scurv.” Greg says. “Hang on, I thought Scruv died from a fever.” I look at Greg still trying to process everything. “He didn't, his eyes turned black and blood came out of every hole in his body before he died all within a few hours after our meeting__no fever kills that quickly, and in that manner.” “He had a deep scratch on him that day.”

Damaged corneas and lens. "If we leave it as is, she will go blind," the doctor said. His voice had changed to that of a professional. Clinical. Like he was discussing a broken appliance instead of a child's vision. "Completely and permanently blind. Within the next three to six months. The implants are degrading too rapidly. They are causing severe damage to her corneas and retinas. The longer they stay in, the worse it gets." He paused. Looked up at Grayson with sympathetic eyes.

But then his shoulders slump ever so slightly and he nods. “It’s honorable, to want to hear the truth,” he says. “Alessandra, she… she died a week after your birth. Postpartum depression. Suicide.” I feel my stomach flip at his words. “Suicide?” I whisper. Reginald nods. “I found her in the bathtub.”

The smear she couldn't get out of the floor. That wasn't strawberry jam. Mama's eyes moved down to my wrist. The black bracelet was still there. The light was dead. There was no heartbeat, so it wasn't working anymore. Mama stared at the dead red light. A sound came out of her throat that wasn't crying and wasn't a scream. It was the sound of something breaking inside her. Her lips were shaking as she traced her fingers along my face, tears welling up in her eyes. "Someone call an ambulance. Call somebody. Call—"

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the times we ate there together—those quiet, beautiful moments. April 10th Why does fate have to be so cruel? Why did Shawn have to be born into that family? If he weren't… would we still be together now? No. It's better this way. I'm dying. If we were still together, I'd only drag him into pain. Better that he forgets me. May 13th My body is failing. The pain is endless—I begged the healer to give me a pain pump. June 1st I've decided to sell my corneas before I die.