Novel & Cerita The Deathless

"It's a relief that you don't know him," Cassian replied. "He's dead." Jasmine's fork suddenly clattered to the table. She stared at Cassian in shock. "What did you just say?" "I said, Wraithbound is dead." As soon as Cassian's words fell, he saw tears spilling down Jasmine's cheeks. Alarmed, he asked, "Are you okay, Mom?" Jasmine wiped her tears away. "How did he die?" "He contracted the Devil Trumpet's Kiss and spent the last 20 or so years in a hollowed-out saint's bust, where sunlight never reached him."

He shook his head slowly. “You misunderstand, Your Majesty. Your interpretation is… limited by what you know. This is not about Daven and Daisy’s petty squabbles for territory or power, though they are unwitting pawns in a much grander, far more terrifying game. Saraphina did not speak of rogue packs or political alliances. She spoke of a dark army in the truest, most horrifying sense of the word. The Death Goddess’s army.” My breath caught in my throat. My carefully constructed composure fractured. The name of the Death Goddess, that malevolent entity that had already poisoned Layla’s spirit, sent a chill through me far colder than the Northern wind.

The ancient despair washed across creation like a relentless, suffocating tide, drowning the instinct to survive. Aurora staggered, her silver aura flickering like a dying candle. The Architect dropped heavily to one knee, her complex mathematical frameworks shattering into static. Elias struggled to draw breath, and even the luminous heart of the Source trembled. Nihilus wasn't launching an assault. He wasn't wielding cosmic fire or shattering dimensions with raw force. His mere existence was enough to unravel the tapestry of life. He was the First Ending—the ultimate belief that nothing mattered, the absolute certainty that every single story should end before it even had a chance to begin

KENDRICK ‎ ‎The heavens must have been heartbroken today so much that it split it's lips to bitterly shower on the earth. ‎ ‎I stared down at the corpse as the heavy rain continued to pour, thoughts running a marathon in my head under the dimness of the moon light. ‎ ‎Beside me, Kael crouched and cupped the mattered face of the corpse, turning it left and right. It was a man, seemingly. His face had been smashed till there was nothing left of his skull, or his eye sockets.

On the Queen Vladlena Hallerus, the name of the Bridge that leads to the Hallerusia Palace. Every single soul that were on this place fro the first time in their lives, feels what is it like to stand before death, It was as if a being that preside of over death has come out from the depth of the darkness and was about to reap every souls in his presence. An untamed beast were hungrily towering over everybody, looking at them as they were nothing but a meek prey. In fact, this deathly Killing aura were not only can be felt here, but also almost a few blocks away and was about to reach the City Centre.

Nicholai instantly engufed with doubt. So, this is why the new era feared DEATH. this is why, by just hearing its name the most terrifying horror consumed all the tellers of DEATH witnesses. This is the real DEATH that Nathaniel heard of. Elvious consecutively gulped in unknowable immediate dryness. Yes, that's it. The youngman's aura sucking every life it passes. Even those non-living beings been suck of too and left dry that what it was. The golden reddish blue eyes again directly pierced Elvious. Then in just less than a blink of an eye, that eyes of DEATH is inches away from Elvious now. So very near. Elvious Instantly consumed of horrifying shock.

“Your light has dimmed considerably. Just wait a little longer and I’ll free you from your agony, obliterate your entire existence like you obliterated my Moratia’s.” “You still have time, Mizkeal…” Death’s voice ran on the battlefield again. “Get back to your senses or I’ll have to drag you back to them.” I chuckled. “Back then, I just didn’t lose the woman I loved. You lost your bride, too. But you’re the moon goddess’ dog. You bark at her command, slave to her words. This is why you never deserved Moratia. You don’t care about her. You don’t love her! You want to be the hero in this world. But no matter what you do, anyone alive is always going to abhor you.”

This was a correction and I was the error. --- The ground shuddered beneath me. Not from impact but from something rising. There was a crack split through the mud, rotting fingers burst through clawing upward. The dead did not stay buried. They answered, driven by something that did not need life to move. A body lunged toward Elias. He did not even look at it. His sword flashed once clean and efficiently. The body collapsed. He did not slow, did not falter, did not take his eyes off me.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

•|•|• Adeline, do you not know that you have saved me from eternal damnation? My soul only rests in your embrace. Without it, I am not a man, not even beast, I become things unknown. I devolve into nightmare and shadow. I become—wrath entirely. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] The Black Death deforms into a cloud of smoke, shadow, and night, descending the outer walls of the Night Court in broad daylight from the High Window.