The Deathless Novels & Stories

Ascalaphus whispered to her, “Madam, I would not dare call the master by his mortal name if I were you.” “Why? What is wrong with Fran? I think it is a nice name.” she countered. Shortly after that, Fran continued on until he was nowhere in sight. Charon stayed behind and went to her, “Mistress, I beg you. Address his lordship properly. I get a heart attack every time you say his mortal name.” “Oh please Charon. Do not be such a drama king. You simply cannot die.” She laughed. Hades’ mortal name is Fran Treloar. However, nobody dares to call him that, especially in the underworld. His “employees” call him lord, lordship, highness, and master. It is only Angelique who has the guts to call him

“This is the last time I am asking!” Kevin started laughing an evil laugh, “Your girlfriend’s old place. He built it back up and there is an underground tunnel you will never find!” Kevin laughed as blood spewed from his mouth. The blood on the ground was pooling up and running down the drain as he took his last breath. After a minute, his body slumped over and Kevin was dead. “Alrighty boys. Have fun cleaning that up and I suggest you wear gloves.” Kyle said as he smiled at me.

Enardo and Helena held their breathe, their hearts pounding loudly in their ears, whoever was walking towards them was dangerous and is ready to make their heads roll. Soon, the movement stopped, then a flicker of candles were lit up in the room, then the figure came forward, dressed in black overalls and black masks, not even the eyes were visible. The face was perfectly hidden in the mask. “Who are you?” . Enardo asked with a flicker of panic in his eyes. “I am DEATH.” The words sent shivers down their spines and they shuddered in fear. “What— do— you— mean?” Helena asked in a shaky voice.

She started planning for Elena's third death anniversary. Katie viewed the third death anniversary with great importance. It signified a closure point of the grieving process, and it was a significant occasion for the older generations. It was two weeks to Elena's third death anniversary. Ariel still had time to prepare.

He was always alert, always ready, even in moments like this. “I can’t remember the last time it was this quiet,” I said softly, breaking the silence. Ethan glanced at me, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Enjoy it while it lasts. It won’t stay this way for long.” I nodded, knowing he was right. Quiet moments like these were fleeting, and they always felt bittersweet—reminders of what we had lost, of the lives we used to live.

“I believe I’ve made myself clear. Perhaps you think that I still love you and would not want you to jump. You might even think that my heart will go out to you. “But Joshua, all the things you’ve done over this period have destroyed the remaining love I have for you. So, I only find it funny that you’d resort to threatening me to be back together with you through suicide. If I don’t love you anymore, why would I care whether you live or die?” Her words were too harsh, and Joshua could not accept it. With an ashen face, he shook his head. “Don’t. Stop talking.” Yet Rain continued, “If you really died today, the most I will feel is a slight regret that I did not manage to stop you. “But unlik

Wotan Rides the Wind Sanctuary of autumn, a cairn of stones. Death is not proud, Death goes as a beggar dirty for alms outside the county parish, you pass by the sorrel-haired youth, and his laconic eye bespeaks a hunger, a timeless cave of wonders. Death is not mighty, Death is a humble widower who sits weeping by a lighthouse window, polishing brass for the seagulls, ash more bread than fireplace, eating the leftover cheese that has hardened and become dogfood.

Then it vanished completely. Dead. Just like that. Silenced forever.

I guess this is it, this is how I get out of this place Death!

This tall figure, very young face, looks like Tadhg Walter, is about twenty young people, just his aura, but very distant. It seems that he is the last passing time of the long river, also the last time of the future, he is the owner of the endless void. "Born out of nothingness, finally returned to nothingness, Death God, indeed the name is immortal." Great Emperor Otis Vincent spoke solemnly at this time. He has also reached the high level of Great Emperor, so he can naturally feel the power of this Death God. "Tadhg Walter, you finally see me." At the same time, just as Tadhg Walter transformed into the figure of this Death God, this Death God also suddenly opened his eyes and looked towa