Novel & Cerita The Deathworlders

Javier:am here to bring you news that my son Brian is back he was able to escape then I sent him to earth and also Kataros is dead Oranus:is good that your son is back,but did you say Kataros is dead? Javier:yes according to reports he had gone to a planet called sar to challenge his half brother for the throne and got captured then killed Oranus:that is good news we don't have to be afraid anymore Javier:yes but we must remember that he had a second in command named Zeno and we must be alert as he would be desperate now that his commander is dead Oranus: you are right but we have everything prepared in case of he attacks Javier:that's good,well I should be going I just came to inform you ab

But they weren’t always that way. Dead Worlds were worlds that served the stage for battles amongst the gods. These were worlds that were once thriving and brimming with life, but had been destroyed after constantly hosting the wars of powerful gods and Origin Artefacts. These were worlds that failed to survive during the Chaotic Era. One of these worlds was Alr. Alr was more desolate than any other world in the universe. There wasn’t a patch of grass or a well of water in the entire planet. It was the true definition of the word barren.

The few days had passed at a slow paste. She wasn't sure how she felt about becoming the number one target of so many werewolves. From her guardians, she knew more or less how their underworld operated. Alliances, betrayals, hidden truths, forbidden lies, and so on happened as a daily occurrence. She also wondered what ensued to Milene's body, where was it, and if he had even bothered to bury her.

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

"We heard the call. We came. We fight." Erebus phases in beside him. Flickering between here and elsewhere. "We're broken. But we're yours. And we won't abandon family. Not again." Relief floods through me. "You came back." "We never really left." Zephyr's voices echo. "Just needed time. Needed to understand. Needed to accept what we are now." "What are you?" Luna asks gently. "Death walkers." Erebus flickers. "We exist between life and death. We can see both. Touch both. Fight in both. We're the perfect weapon against void. Because we're already halfway there."

“First and foremost, I have declared my death to SO members.” “Yes?” All of them were collectively shouted and some of them shot up. Death declaration. “Are you saying that you are ready to leave the Underworld?” Oswald shouted, nearly deaf everyone around. “To put it bluntly, yeah.” Deadpanned. Instinctively, this time, all eyes were hovering on the Hyenas. Unlike the rest of them and of course, Eagle; the four of them were full-fledged Underworld citizens. Their lives and death would be in the Underworld.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

The infected weren’t the only threat anymore. That much had become clear over the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the shambling hordes of zombies that kept me awake at night, but the survivors—the desperate ones, the ones who had lost too much, the ones who saw others as nothing more than resources to take.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.