Thanatos Novels & Stories

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

As Amara opened the locker a Yellow rose dropped on the floor with a small note. Rose and Amara looked at each other face confused and Rose eyed Amara asking what's going on. Amara whispered a small "Don't know" and picked the flower up. She picked up the small note and read it out. "I am really sorry -Adian" Amara's hand started to sweat. She looked around to see if he was around but thankfully he wasn't. Rose called her name and asked what happened. With trembling hands she gave passed her the note. Rose looked at Amara after reading and pulled her towards a room.

Does he know how bad I'm hurt? Does he know how good it feels? I am so close to coming. My body is completely spent, struck by a thousand pains. My lungs are vacant. I am so close to dying. I see nothing - no serpents, no darkness, no God. Just the ultimate Pleasure and Pain. Thanateros.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

A whiteboard divided into WEATHER, MOVEMENT, SUPPLIES, CONTACTS, THREATS. Under CONTACTS, she writes: Priya — apartment, mother with her. Carol — home, vehicle, competent. Pete — unknown, loud, useful. Hannah — listening. Denise — probably terrifying someone into washing their hands. Then she adds: Dex — do not contact. She caps the marker hard enough to make the lid complain. Emotional truth: she wonders if he is alive. Deflection: wonderful, abandonment trauma with push notifications. Sharper truth: alive or dead, he is no longer hers to manage.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

“B-But they must not all be like that, there must be some who…” “I’ve never heard of a single rogue that hasn’t suffered the same fate, and I only know of one who survived it,” Lucian interjected coldly. “Her name is Jocelyn, and she only came out the other side because she found my brother Jace… they’re fated mates, but not before killing hundreds of our own and putting my mother in a fucking coma.”

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

she screamed “You know, I have been waiting for this moment and I am so sorry to see you die but you brought this upon yourself,” she said “I am so sorry Andrew,” she said before she pulled the trigger

Ralph replied with a happy look. At night Ethan was sleeping, sweating, he was having a bad dream. "Ahhhh" he woke up, panting. Mr and Mrs.Welsh were on the bed kissing, they both heard Ethan's voice, rushed to his room, "honey, what is wrong?" Mrs.Welsh asked, "I saw the both of you dying in my dream" Ethan replied while still sweating, "go to sleep son" Mr.Welsh requested, Ethan went to sleep. Mr and Mrs.Welsh both kiss Ethan on his forehead, watching Ethan sleeping. Both went back to their room. Mrs.Welsh who was thinking about what Ethan told them. Told her husband that she would like to say something tomorrow morning.