Tessia Eralith Death Novels & Stories

Across from them, Grayson watched quietly. One hand resting on Alvara. The other on Elysia. His entire world beneath his touch. Outside, evening settled over the estate. Golden. Peaceful. Safe. Life had moved forward. The trials had ended. The Vale empire had become little more than a cautionary tale in business journals. Eliora Aster had been found dead in her prison cell the previous year. No official cause had ever been released. For months the media speculated. Then eventually the world moved on. Alvara had moved on long before that.

The glacier groaned and collapsed inward, burying the obsidian pillars, the Aegis technology, and the legacy of the Council in a tomb of ice and stone. Silence fell over the Arctic. In the center of the wreckage, a small dome of golden light flickered and died. Elara lay in the snow, breathless and shivering, but warm. Her skin was no longer translucent; her veins no longer glowed cyan. The Berserker fire was gone, and the Ice Core had been neutralized. She was just Elara. Kael lay beside her, his breath coming in ragged plumes. Around them, the others were slowly pushing themselves up. Zane’s arm was still crystal, but the black rot had stopped spreading. Rhys was checking a broken tablet,

Her face twisted like she wanted to scream, but the Veil kept her rigid—trapped in place. Marcellus choked on air. “This—this has to be—false—this must be illusion—” Elara sobbed. “Tessa… why? Were we nothing to you? Was it all fake?” No one answered her. Hector straightened, voice dripping with venom. “She did it. She killed them. For what? Attention? Power? A story where she was the victim?” Tessa didn’t move. She looked like a statue. A horror carved out of fear.

Black and red alike. When war ends, this is what shall remain, a voice that didn't belong to her echoed inside her mind. It's only a dream, Eira assured herself but what she saw next numbed all her senses. Her eyes fell on another pile of fresh dead bodies, covered with cuts and gashes. Dead bodies of Cassie, Trish, Nate, Damien, Dana and finally Bella. Her friend's head was half hacked off from her neck and she stared at Eira with her big, lifeless eyes.

“No trace. Not even in the ether.” “They’re regrouping,” another hissed. “We should’ve killed them when we had the chance.” “They did kill him,” said Elder Vashan. “And yet... he lives.” A silence fell. The Council’s worst fear had just been realized. Alaric Vaelthorne had awakened. And Elira—the girl they thought they erased—had returned. Together, they were unstoppable. ----

Noticing what was going, Ursa directly charged towards them in a bid to save Athena, “I'm not dead yet” Aella's claws slammed down towards her, she quickly blocked but the impact still sent her back. “My sister is dealing with yours, the dead really should stay dead. Eyes on me witch” she taunted. “Vega” Ursa whispered, fighting crazily to go over to her sister. But Aella kept her tightly occupied just as Lilth’s spear dove straight into Athena's heart, crushing it. The light dimmed from Athena's eye, regret shining in them before they finally shut forever.

Speaking of Lolita… Tessa glanced into the rearview mirror and saw that she was still alive. Shocked, she looked back at the girl. Indeed, she was still alive! Her face was bloated and purple, but very much alive. There were veiny lines on her throat, which traveled to her collarbone, her cheeks and her forehead, but the bitch was still alive. “Just die!” Tessa roared, looking back at the road. Tears actually came to her eyes. “Why the fuck won’t you die, huh? Why can’t you just fucking die?!”

I feel that I should not approach him when he's like that. The man died and we didn't even know who he was. All we know is that he is a sorcerer. He was destroyed and turned into pieces literally. I shuddered when it happened and how Elijah brutally killed the man. I know there are only a few sorcerers in Wysteria and they don't participate in anything that causes treason. But this is an exception because something happened already.

I grabbed Reed, yanked him closer to myself, and leapt out of the tunnel. For the first time in four years, the cool, gentle morning breeze blew my long silver hair back. I survey my surroundings and everywhere is full of desert sand. The sight in front of me made me shed tears, and I shook my head in pity. Just like Ryan said earlier, Gaea is ruined. It was like a D-Day battle occurring again. Even from afar, I can see the desert sand burning with fire, with dead bodies littered all around the floor.

And while she mourned, the remaining Horax approached but she was too crushed, too heartbroken with the demise of Regan that she didn’t pay them any mind. “We end this,” Serik said, drawing the blade of lunar steel. Tamar hesitated. “She’s no threat now.” The sword plunged. Blood stained the dais. And the goddess fell. Somewhere beyond the veil, a cry shattered the vision. Eira. She had watched it all. Her voice rose with grief and fury, eyes glowing with unshed tears. “They killed her,” she whispered. “They killed them both.” Her fists trembled. Her chest heaved.