Shrinking Rae Death Comics Novels & Stories

I growled and he shifted realizing that I was changing before his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Death," he purred and I instantly transformed into my dark inky mass. I watched the reaper try to break forth but Rai resisted and remained himself. I pushed my excited Death back and continued tying him face down to the bed. I pulled off his pants and underwear and bit his ass cheek, making him jump. I spread his legs and tied each of them as well. Rai watched me curiously as I headed back to the cabinet and came back with a medium size butt plug and a lit candle.

"Rae and I had a fight about a week ago, and we cut ties, so I know no information about her. It's even a miracle that I haven't blocked your number." The man sighed and told Claire what she wanted to hear, "Rae is dead. Her driver was distracted when he was driving her home, they said, and he drove them into a train." Claire didn't say anything to that. She had decided to trust Finn's dream and had secretly cried all the tears she wanted to cry for Rae out, that she had no more tears to shed.

It didn't move again. It had worked, just barely. As the adrenaline slowed from Rhae's success, her body started shaking violently. What started as a tremble, turned into a shake that blurred her vision. Her ears began to ring, her mind burned and sweat poured down her body. She lost her balance and slipped off the back of the Draekon, falling towards the earth.

“We can’t wait any longer. The ritual must commence.” The pain of handing over the chain to Zviad hurts more then I realize. As she is lead into the room I see her turn her head and smile to me before the door shuts. How many more women are going to be sacrificed? When will this end? Rae’s POV I can’t help but cry. The front of my dress is soaked with tears and snot. It’s gross, but I don’t care. I know she’s not coming back. My eyes hurt and feel swollen. I end up curling up leaning against the back wall facing the corner. I don’t know what to do. What is going to happen to her? Will she be alright? Will I?

It was the final goodbye before the Moon Goddess received her children, and Raeann was the link between the dead and the living, the anchor holding both realms together. Finally, the last wolf crossed over, and Raeann understood that she could leave. But as she stood up, the ground gave way, and she fell, landing in a small white room. On the stretcher lay a man, tied down as blood poured from his closed eyes. A large red-skinned monster had his hands on either side of the man's head, and Raeann realized in horror that she was looking at one of Mikhail's mates. Writhing in agony on the floor lay a large grey wolf. Drastus lifted his massive head and looked straight at her before the ground o

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

“How did it end? Exactly.” *Short version?* Aria said. *He died in the core raid. Localized purge. Elara didn’t like loose ends. His own hub flagged him as ‘compromised asset.’ She cooked him before we got there. You saw the aftermath. You were… busy bleeding.* Memory flickered. A corridor. Smoke. The copper stink of blood over antiseptic. Rafe’s body crumpled against a wall, eyes open and empty, collar fused to his skin in a grotesque line of melted metal and flesh.

I have high hopes that today is going to be a good day, and do you know why? I’ll tell you why. Ethan Reed. I didn’t think I would see him this early in the day but the heavens are on my side. I'm on my way to the recording studio to meet with the only member of RAZE who is actually nice to me, Alexander. We aren't what you would call friends, but he’s one of the few people who recognize my skills as a producer.

A place where Rae existed, without her bullshit life and friends. Rae. I closed my eyes, allowing her smell to wash over me. Allowing the feeling of her body pressed against mine to draw me back under. If this was it, dying with her memory on the tip of my brain was a nice way to go out. I felt myself accepting my death. Accepting how cold my body was growing. And while my father would surely call me a ‘cop-out pussy’ at my own damn funeral, it didn’t matter. So long as I had memories of Rae to keep me company.

It couldn’t have been twelve hours. Rae kept walking. She saw, from a distance, Negan standing with his back toward her. They had reached a part to the land that was no longer grassy. He was standing beside a square of dirt in the ground. Rae didn’t need to be a genius to know whose grave that was. The closer she got to him, the more he looked like Keegan. Their posture was the exact same. She hadn’t noticed when she first met Keegan but now that he was gone, the resemblance was striking.