Thanatos Pjo Novels & Stories

Thaneos has killed himself in order to stop the death wolf from rising. Not able to stop the tears, Thora leans her head back on the wall. With the wailing child suddenly going silent in her arms. As if the child's sixth sense has sensed the loss of its parents. She looks down to see beautiful gray eyes looking back into her eyes.

"I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime. and I hope she found some paradise." Startled, Jean turned around, his heart pounding in his chest. What he saw took his breath away. Standing before him was the most beautiful man he had ever laid his eyes upon. "Greetings, mortal being. I am Thanaros, the God of death." Jean's ideas about the God of Death are completely shattered when he comes face to face with a figure that defies his expectations. Instead of being scary, this deity is incredibly captivating with his pale skin, silver eyes, and dark hair. And to top it off, he is wearing a simple black robe that seems to glow on its own.

The low-rank demons stepped back. I walked forward and slammed my hand on the black rock near the Gate of Torment. It cracked. Then opened, with full force in and out of it. The stench of rot poured out. A swirling hole formed in the air. Souls screamed as they passed by. The sky above darkened, thunder rolled. From the hole, a hand reached out. Long fingers. Bones visible under scorched skin. Thanatos. He pulled himself out, step by step. His body was taller, darker, more twisted than before.

I whispered. “I am doing… as well as can be expected,” she began, her voice cracking. “I have faith. But the burden of watching the darkness gather on the horizon… it’s heavy.” Her voice dropped, frayed with unshed tears. “I saw you die, Thalia. The Fates made me a spectator to your murder, forbidden to intervene. Sometimes I wish…” She trailed off, unable to finish. “I just wish I didn’t have to carry it all alone.”

Proserpina managed to tell him without laughing, still terribly amused, “...Thanatos has taken lives for less.” Indeed, Thanatos–the god of death, her father's right hand–had been delegated as her personal weapon on the night she was named as heir of the underworld in order to keep her soul bound and the former to split his immortality with the relatively new goddess. The god of death's vessel was a black sword with a polished blade, the hilt engraved with the name of Thanatos through Proserpina's human dried blood, binding death to her in perpetuity… Alastor whistled, impressed.

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 Grim Reaper. There are many who

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Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

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.

she promises, though her smile fails to reach her eyes. “How is PJ?” Adis inquires, his tone shifting to one of concern. "Her leg is broken," Kress replies. "We don't know how badly yet." "I will personally take care of it," Thorn assures us. "Very well. You're saying that Zombie didn't show up in your battle either. That means he has to appear in the next one," Adis announces, beginning to pace the room. "And so do I." My grip on Kattie's hand tightens instinctively; I don’t want Adis out there. I don’t want any of them to face that danger.