The Deathworlders Novels & Stories

They had seen at least 10 corpses along the way, and every one of them seemed like something straight out of a horror house, having been tortured to death. These warriors…all seemed to have come from third-grade worlds. An uneasy feeling surfaced in Fane's head. It seemed like this slaughter game was much more serious than any of the earlier ones. These warriors from second-grade worlds were all crazy.

It was a realm of pure evil, a dimension born from the darkest corners of the universe. As they ventured deeper into this alien world, they encountered strange, twisted creatures. Some were humanoid, their forms distorted and grotesque. Others were amorphous masses of darkness, their shapes constantly shifting and changing. They fought for their survival, their weapons glowing with a faint light that seemed to repel the darkness. But the creatures were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless. Liam and Xal'dar fought with a desperation born of survival. They were outmatched, outnumbered, but they refused to give up. They were the last defenders of the world, and they would not let this da

And how many more will die and wash back down to my womb, for this deathless mother to grieve? {No more. This time of half-hearted peace is at its end. From the ashes, a new dawn shall rise. A perfectly logical new world; infinitely smaller, more primal and more desperate. Abaddon shall be released from bondage and lay waste to man’s cities. The cleansing fire of pestilence shall harvest the mortals to near extinction. Only then can possibilities be granted exclusively to those who deserve them.} If the Fate Weaver has her way there’ll be no world left to go back to. I’m sprinting by the cafe towards the fateful backstreet. Just a little bit more…

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

The first figures were gigantic and enormous while the second figures were smaller and less artful to the first. "The Zenith and the Nadir Embodiments!" She began "The tiers starts with the Zenith Embodiments, meant to be bigger and more powerful than anything imagined. They are indefinite and vast across the megaverse but represents one body which is their true selves!" "So, each universes has its own death but are just aspects of you? Which means, you aren't even the real Death!" William interrogated and Death laughed to his positivity.

On the day of the blood moon, his birthday, Silva gained more power than he had before and with that, he used it to end his life. Wolves found out about the Great Lycan and wanted his immortality for themselves, it turned out into war when the Rulers went against the idea and made a decree concerning it, the Great Lycan became a Legend and a tale told to the younger generation but it never came back. Years passed by and the Legend only became a Legend. No one knew when the Great Lycan would come back and no one wanted to go against the rules of the leaders of the underworld.

I am more fun than Amber was, aren't I? Matthew stared blankly at Beth. Right before everyone else, he grabbed her by her neck forcefully. "Fuck off. You are the one who should be dead! You are just a fucking whore who strips in public. You're even less than a silicone doll. "How dare you compare yourself to Amber, let alone try to take her place?" The werewolves around them were in an uproar. They had just found out the actual reason behind why I had taken my own life out of nowhere.

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

to keep it running. "It’s gone," Silas whispered, looking at the empty space where the Golden Eye had been. "The Board... the Readers... they’re all gone." "Not yet," Elara said, looking at the floor, where the last line of the story was currently being written in real-time. "The 'Series' is cancelled, Silas. But the 'World' is still collapsing. We have to finish the 'Deletion' before the 'Void' swallows the Pack." ---

When she blinked again, the world glitched and she saw the future. The city was burning. The sky was orange, covered in smog. There were charred bodies lying on the streets, cradling their children, friends, neighbours and lovers. The palace had crumbled. In its pile of rubble, lay thousands of Fae and hundreds of Draekons, including Diavel. "You save the human race, but you must end the Fae to do so. This is your destiny, face it." ~*~*~ Ambrose had sat on his Draekon, peering down from the top of the tower. He watched the battle unfold between Rhae and Icran. He knew her determination was her fuel and she would not let him intervene, so he didn't. He merely watched.