Requiem Novels & Stories

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

" Her last words held so much pain and sorrow and I felt the need to go up there and cradle her in my arms. She was tough though, finishing with only a single tear escaping as she left the centre walking back to where I stood with her mother. I saw the look in her eyes as she passed and it almost made me stumble. I was staring at something similar, the beginning of my end. That anger that caused so much to happen, that anger that destroyed a lot of things for me, I was now seeing a copy of it in those brown eyes and I feared for her, starting out like me was the worst mistake anyone could make. I had a choice but would she? It was now time for the organisation to give our final salutes to hi

The pain of losing his mother, the last of his family, was like a wound that would never heal. As the priest stepped forward, the pack fell silent. The ancient rites of the werewolf burial began, a sacred tradition passed down through generations. The priest's voice was a low, rhythmic chant, calling upon the Moon Goddess to guide Luna Light’s spirit to the eternal hunting grounds. A pyre had been built, adorned with fresh pine branches and wildflowers, symbols of life and rebirth. The pack members circled the pyre, heads bowed, their collective howl a mournful, haunting melody that echoed through the forest.

His voice carried steadily through the still air. “Though grief weighs heavily upon us, we trust in the promise of eternal life. Alfredo was a father, a man of discipline, a builder of legacy. We gather not only to mourn, but to honor.” Dominic did not blink and Rachel felt his arm tighten beneath her fingers. The priest continued with scripture. Latin phrases drifted across the cemetery, solemn and measured. Wind stirred the lilies, causing a few white petals to fall against the casket lid. Rachel’s gaze lowered briefly to the polished wood.

Trevor will achieve justice. Evildoers will never win. A loud tick from the exploding device is all I can hear, once it stops my existence will disappear. Let it be, if it's my time and my child's time. If God decided to end our life here, let him be. I don't have any rights against my existence, if God wants to take it. Instead of ruining your life on trifle things cherish it with all your heart, cause we don't know when will our lives last.

Esther's voice chirps in. "The world of illusions reapers, the great world of fantasy, and the canyon of death. El mundo de la ilusión de los recuentos, el gran mundo del espejo y el cañón de la muerte. Surge y sostuvo mis llamadas. " I heard the familiar voice chanting in an unknown language. "You are doomed, Rey Reed Smith." General Zod's voice concluded, followed by a great earthquake which shook the whole building to its hinges. Gradually, the room started shifting into another place.

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.

“That’s fucking dark.” “She knew he trusted his routines,” Takeo added. “The daily ink grind, the tea with breakfast, the silence after prayers. She used that trust like a weapon.” Ryuji didn’t speak, he simply stared at the floor. When the confession ended, he stood slowly and exited the room without a word, his white sleeves trailing behind him. The sun had begun to set by the time we gathered outside for the final rites. A lone monk chanted beneath the cherry trees. The mourners placed white chrysanthemums at the edge of the family’s ancestral shrine, and Hajime’s urn was sealed in a stone chamber.

Her lips trembled, but no sound came out. Next to her, Damian stood strong, but his eyes were red. His hands were clenched into fists, hiding the rumbling in his chest. One by one, the family began to approach the white coffin placed on the rail leading to the cremation room. White roses were sprinkled on top of the coffin—a symbol of final farewell. Isabella stepped forward, trying to hold back tears. She looked at her son’s peaceful face. "David..." she whispered, her voice soft, almost a prayer. "Mommy is here. Mommy is sorry for not being able to heal you..."

He was walking slowly while they followed him behind, he had see a figure lying lifeless on the floor ahead of him by the side of the road but he wasn't sure. He heard someone knocking on his door but he didn't open, he just sat on his bed looking at a portrait of him and Skylar hung on the wall. Skylar was like his sister, mother, girlfriend, best friend and partner. No one can replace her. He stayed in his room without food or water for three days mourning her. Bianca had been unconscious for three days, she sustained a severe injury on her head and was bleeding a little internally, she was being attended to secretly by a doctor in the maid and other workers quarters.