Novel & Cerita The Deathworlders

Death expected within 30 seconds! [If the Female Protagonist dies, this world will enter an irreversible self-destruction sequence. Within twenty-four hours, the entire dimension will collapse into a black hole. All living beings will cease to exist forever!] The System’s warning exploded in my ears like nonstop sirens, but I felt nothing. I lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly upward like a corpse whose soul had been ripped away. Scenes from the past replayed before my eyes one after another.

“That’s consequence of flawed compromise. Thirty seconds, Death-Aware. Choose voluntary cessation or forced cessation.” The werewolf Death-Aware are surrounded by my sons and the Progenitor desperately trying to save them. “If you cease, you take Dad with you,” Adrian tells them. “Please, don’t let him be erased because of this.” “We don’t want to cease either,” they reply. “We’re Death-Aware because we found peace in death-consciousness. Forcing us to true ending is murder.” They’re right but there’s no solution that saves both them and Alistair’s collective memory.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

There wasn't a single cloud in sight. It looked exactly like the day I first arrived in this world. "Mission failed. Initiating wipe-out protocol." The System's mechanical voice echoed in my mind. "In one hour, all traces of your identity will be wiped clean. Matteo Linari will be completely erased from this world."

Gwenn has done hers. The first thing I did was to go through the records and select the list of potential new council members, Gwenn did the final selection and then I went around creating new legions, I did four more because I knew we would need more warriors to help with the new dangers that were arising. These warriors were sent to deal with the occasional sighting of a creature thought to either be extinct or mythical. When it was too much to handle, my wife was called. Adela was no longer around, going back to wherever she came from and I was a little bit glad about that but it just meant that Gwenn was to go alone for her missions because her companions were gone.

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

I tell him as we walk inside the giant dome-like building where mermaids were teaching fish to play instruments and stuff. However, the main part where we were standing, was not filled with water, but air. The rooms around us were made of glass and filled with water. This is just like 'The Little Mermaid'. "You are so dumb," Death says disappointedly, as he shakes his head at me "Oh wow, I asked for your opinion," I say sarcastically "Actually, it was a fact," he replies smugly "What will be a fact is when my foot is shoved up your-" "As much as we love your couple's quarrel," Zeus started as Death and I glared at him for calling it that, "You guys can suppress all that sexual tension in Hel

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

He once the son of a priest of the god of death was now the Master Necromancer Betelgeuse, one of the ten masters of the Mortuary Cult. "Yes, I think that with this body of yours it will be easy to get close to young Drew Crissinger" Betelgeuse said to the reflection of Father Wilkud. Then he emerged from the cold chamber where the dying came to die, and the city of Eastland was left at the mercy of the master necromancer and his Machiavellian plan.

The sudden event frightened the powerhouses and senior authorities of the Doom Race, who fell to their knees, desperately begging for mercy. Wyot showed no compassion. Wielding the Chaos Honlarne Sword with incredible speed, his strikes swept through the battlefield, decapitating his enemies. The senior authorities of the Doom Race, the Lords of fifty-three universes, and about eighty Great Elders perished. Their headless corpses exploded, their golden bodies disintegrating. Snow swirled into fog as the remains of the dead scattered like ash. The Lords and Heavenly Paths of the Doom Plane, lined up on the plaza, held their breaths in terror.