Thanatos Novels & Stories

"You have 1000 years to fulfill your mission. Fail, and you’ll never move on. Not to heaven. Not to hell. You’ll be lost, FOREVER......" "I am Thanatos," he added. "The god of peaceful death." He didn’t look cruel. He looked tired—tired of centuries of watching humans break. His wings were vast and dark, but there was serenity in his presence. Before I could respond, he touched my forehead—and I blacked out again. ******* I awoke to my mother’s sobs. "Cullen, please… wake up, I couldn't live without you!" Her voice shattered me. I realized then that Thanatos was right. If I died, she would too.

A pregnant silence invaded the room as everyone studied the transcript. “The right people?” Romero glanced up; her brows furrowed. “Does that mean us?” Blakeney nodded. “It may very well be.” “Excuse me,” James spoke up, wanting clarification. “I know I’m a little newer to all of this, but I don’t remember there being a goddess of Death.” “That is a good point James,” stated Blakeney. “Thanatos is the god over Death itself and usually serves Hades, but of course his loyalties lie with Olympus and Zeus. Now as far as there being a goddess of Death . . .” he searched his memory swiftly then shook his head, “not that I know if.”

Khalil can’t be dead, the doctor said his disease isn’t a deadly disease, he can’t be dead. "Please" I folded my hands "I’m sorry if I have upset you in a way but please just tell me where Khalil is, please." I sobbed Abu rolled his eyes and crossed his arms "Are you deaf? I told you that he is dead, he is dead." He walked toward me and knelt "Your brother is dead so get that in your head and stop acting all sad about it." I can’t believe he’s confidently telling me that Khalil is dead, without any sign of sympathy in his voice or his face. He is inhuman

"Not only is he a totally peaceful man, he's also the person with the worst motor coordination you can imagine. If he had a gun, he'd shoot himself in the foot. No, his weapon of choice would be some deadly microbe that the coroner would never, in a million years, able to identify. The death would be classified as natural causes and he would be unpunished.” Theresa leaned in and the soft fullness of her breasts brushed his arm, making his pulse quicken. 'So you'd better treat me well, my dear. “That was always my plan. With or without that microbe threat.

He hugged and comforted this young man whom he treated as his very own child. He can feel the pain this young man is keeping inside. "Everything will be alright Jude. Your Dad is already in the hands of our Lord. He will be your guardian angel forever my son," He held Chad and let him cry on his chest. "Thank you, Dad," Chad said to Nathaniel and hugged him so tight. Kristina hugged both Chad and Nathaniel before they left the hospital room. Clark's body will be brought to the hospital morgue and his remains will be buried in Torres's Musuleo in Alabang.

I anticipated his question and produced my phone, showing him the app I used. “It’s called a drone, Charles,” I replied. “It’s got small cameras and they use it to film or take pictures from the air. Wanna see it?” “Yeah!” Then I opened the SLS app and looked around with it until I caught the sticks of the twins running toward Ted. Ricky covered his mouth, his eyes jumping up and down from my screen to the garden before us. “Charlotte and Charles Blotter. They died in their late seventies, but came back as children.”

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

It was a light designed to burn away the darkness, regardless of whether the person carrying that darkness survived the fire. I was still pinned against the cold stone of the catacombs, my body trembling in the aftermath of a passion that had turned into a death trap. The black smoke of the King of Sorrows was still curled in my lungs, tasting like soot and old blood. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a frost-covered hand, struggling to beat against the crushing weight of the entity now occupying my husband’s skin.

They both looked at each other, confused and rushed towards the body. When Thelma noticed who it was, she tried to walk away but Lisa held her back. “Where are you going, we need to help her.” Lisa tried to reason with her. “Well no, I’m not helping that girl even if my life depends on it.” She spat at her friend causing the young woman to sigh. “Look,Thelma I know you hate her but she’s a human being for crying out loud, let’s take her to the hospital.” Lisa reasoned.

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The