Tessia Eralith Death Novels & Stories

I had to save Kael. Like a flash, the dream I had from the first Feral attack flitted into my mind. I'm standing in a field with a lot of dead bodies around me. Finn and Kael had died too, lying next to each other in a pool of blood. I turned around, wondering if this was it. The desperation that had led Neriah to take her own life after the sheer force of her powers killed her people. Corvus had manipulated her into using her powers to revive Thames and Rian.

The man, in turn, grew colder, more impatient. "You killed me," I blurted out suddenly. Fenrir's head snapped up. "You remember?" "No," I shook my head. "But I can see it in these photos. This girl lived a miserable life, didn't she?" Fenrir's tears finally fell. "Yes. The one who actually killed you was a woman named Tessa." "She was like a sister to you." "She was jealous of you, so she pushed you off a cliff." "You died from wolfsbane poisoning."

“Sis, are you buying all this armor for your own personal guard? The blacksmiths here have terrible tempers. But if you take me with you, I swear they won’t even dare charge you for labor.” Eve chattered on, walking beside Eira and selling herself hard. What’s in this for me? Eira walked ahead, listening to Eve’s endless chatter as she raced through her past-life memories. In her past life, Eve’s death had been the turning point of the entire tragedy. Lila had forged evidence that Eira had left the city. Rhoderick had sent assassins to kill Eve, then planted items laced with Eira’s scent at the scene. Blinded by grief over his sister’s death, Kaelen had never even investigated. He’d crushed

The truth burns: the Herald is Elara’s kin, corrupted by betrayal, seeking to unmake her legacy. Kalia’s orb sparks, her aura flaring, her eyes distant, a vision seizing her. “Aelys!” she gasps, “the Herald—it’s gathering relics on a rift-torn world, unraveling the Veil!” Her relic pulses, the Herald’s hymn echoing: “Lumora falls, child—your cosmos is mine.” The archive trembles, void-wraiths breaching the dome, their claws slashing. I shield Kalia, my blade striking a wraith, my hymn faltering, my mortal heart straining. The relic’s hymn surges, its starlight wounding me, pain erupting, Lena’s spark flickering. “Aelys!” Kalia cries, her orb flaring, her hymn unsteady but fierce, felling a w

"How many more?" "I don't—" Serna stopped cause Rhea appeared in the doorway covered in so much blood she looked like she'd been swimming in it. "Tarian's dead." Rhea said it flat, stepped over bodies. "Choked him with his own crown." "You WHAT?" Elira's voice came out tiny. "He was sending soldiers to take them, so I killed him." Rhea looked at the carnage in the infirmary, at the eight bodies on the floor. "You've been busy."

Gianpaolo repeated as his eyes went to Crista. Crista left my side to wrap an arm around Persephone as she looked pale. “Thales is dead.” Crista softly whispered. “But it will be okay. I promise. No one is ever hurting you or Delilah. I won’t let that happen.” Crista vowed as tears stained Persephone’s face. Tears for her fallen Alpha heir.

Elaina was unable to finish her sentence from the shock that was rolling through her. Ezra nodded, "Yes, I am Ezra child." "So, I died?" Elaina asked wanting confirmation. "I am afraid so." Ezra responded. "You died when you fell into the lava." Nodding Elaina felt her stomach do a flip. "Do you know how my friends are doing? Were they able to overtake the dark warriors and undead army?" "Would you like to see for yourself?" Ezra asked quirking a brow. "I can show you."

Arden and Tessa’s expressions changed. “I guess it’s fine if we tell you,” Arden said gently. “Tell me what?” I asked immediately. “My daughter,” Tessa said softly, “is… well, she’s something like a psychic. She’s half witch.” “Oh,” I murmured. “I think I’ve heard. She helped with taking down Azalea Rose.” “Yes, Calla is amazing,” Arden muttered. “And her visions are accurate,” she added. I nodded slowly. Then Tessa inhaled. “And one of her visions was that Elias… would die alone.”

From their fused magic, a spiral burst forth—cutting into the core of the Hollow Heart. Elira raised her other hand and summoned the crystal shard Naeria had given her. She slammed it into the ground. The leyline beneath them twisted. Laziel’s form dissolved into light and ash. And then— Silence. --- They awoke on the forest floor beneath the old altar. Rain pattered softly around them. Naeria sat nearby, a hand pressed to Elira’s forehead. “She lives,” the priestess whispered. “You both do.” Theron coughed. “Did we…?”

I tried to rise, but my body screamed in protest. Then a scream—Zerith’s this time. Turtela stood over her, one fist blazing. "You wanted war? Here's your final act on a battlefield." She thrust her fire-covered hand into Zerith’s chest. The scream was short. And then silence. Zerith dropped, unmoving. Turtela turned to me, panting. "We finish this." She walked over to Akael's body. Kneeling beside it, she touched his forehead and whispered something I didn’t catch. Then her hands lit once more.