Tessia Eralith Death Novels & Stories

AUTHOR'S POV. Morpheus withdrew his sword from Madam Theresa, who crashed to the ground with a thud. When Erika saw that her mother was dead and her incantation was broken, she stood up in the center and spoke a magic word that made the army of the dead pour out of the temple, and she escaped. Karim's sight was blurry, but he was still aware of what was happening in his surroundings. He saw the figure of the man who had killed Madam Theresa come closer to him.

This time, she didn’t flinch. “Okay,” she said quietly. “What else?” He drew in a breath. “Elara’s dead,” he said. “No backups with teeth. We broke her core and the mirrors. Aria’s been picking through the rubble. There’s no one left to push the failsafe button anymore.” Lys exhaled slowly. She hadn’t realized how much of her had still been waiting for that phantom pressure in the back of her skull.

“She’s gone. She’s dead.” The words hit me like a stone to the chest as though I was hearing the news for the first time. Zander froze. Lucas stumbled a step back as if he’d been physically struck. “What… what happened?” Lucas asked while Zander stood too overcome with grief to talk. Tanya’s shoulders shook, and she finally let her tears fall. “She died after activating the bracelet,” “What bracelet?” Lucas asked. I sadly explained what happened to Lucas and Zander. I knew Priestess Tanya was blaming herself for Selene’s death, so was I.

In contrast, the serviteur sat down on a separate carriage. "Eleya! Are you alright?" Isuzu asked as she held her hands on her shoulder. "Yeah." Eleya chuckled. "Is it true, what they're saying?" the men slowly approached Isuzu, trying to comfort Eleya but was stopped by Iowa and Celeste. Eleya fell silent and whispered, "It doesn't matter." "What?" "Should you take either side, the other will relentlessly come for you. You're the trigger angel, Isuzu. I'm sorry." Eleya said as she slowly passed out.

, Marcus heaven a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as though trying to control his tears, “She’s dead, died five years ago”, he confessed quietly, the silence that followed constructed the shock he felt from the information, Tessa was dead, how? , and why was he just hearing about it now, and what did this mean for Rayell…., oh poor Rayell, she never did get to meet her mother…., “What happened?”, I asked softly, “She got involved in a fire accident”, “My deepest condolences Marcus, but how come no one knows that”, He scoffed,

“I, Lila Armstrong, hereby reject you, Elias Carter, future Alpha King of Silvermoon Kingdom as my mate and other half. From now on, you are nothing to me…” In her past life, Lila died saving Elias, only to watch him crown her stepsister as Luna while her mother was arrested for protecting her. Reborn before tragedy strikes, Lila refuses to repeat her fate. She rejects Elias, protects her mother, and vows to uncover the truth. But what if the person she trusted least was never the enemy, and the real traitor was still beside her? Will she be able to save herself this time, knowing that it might be her last chance to live?

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

“Please, just leave us alone.” Her parched lips were like sandpaper as she licked them and tried to envision Haldir’s simple home in her mind as the black fog rose from her feet. Before the mist consumed the weakened witch, a woman’s voice came from behind her. “Codladh leanaí anois.” As she fell forward, Tessa sucked in one last breath before her eyes knitted shut, and her uncle caught her against his chest. With a groan, he tugged her up into his arms and presented her to his mother.

My jaw clenched. “Yes.” The image of Celine tied to that stone altar flashed in my mind. Her lips cracked, wrists bruised, body trembling with pain and cold and terror, but still defiant. Still herself. And Tess standing over her with a blade laced in runes, hands glowing with magic. She was going to kill her. She was going to take her from me. And I would never forgive it. Oscar swore under his breath. “We need to find Tess. If she’s not dead already.”