The First Death Is In The Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

By silence. She stayed silent all through dinner. She asked no more questions. But that night, her dreams bled. ~~~~~ THE FIRST KILL She was eight years old the first time she saw a man die. It happened behind the reinforced glass of her father’s inner courtyard—a brutal, sterile space in the Valente estate that smelled of cigars and citrus wood, though nothing ever grew there. No one had told her to watch. No one had even acknowledged her presence. But she had slipped through the back hallways, barefoot, unnoticed in the golden shadow of the columns. Just small enough to go unseen. Just curious enough to go where she shouldn’t.

I grabbed Carys’ throat. A smile spread across her face. “The first time I died… I had the honor of dying in your arms… I don’t mind dying at your hands today,” she said. ‘Stop!’ a voice rang in my head. There was a severe momentary imbalance in my soul. Kian’s heart, the last intact part of his soul, was resisting my heart. Damn! But it didn’t take long for his soul to give in to my soul as my heart assimilated in my soul, and finally, Kian’s soul was gone.

"Okay then, you can die first." Bang!

I still nodded to him even thou I can see on his reaction that he is not totally believing me. "Deku's mother told us," I immediately faced him when his voice became more serious. "About what?" "Deku has a serious illness. But The doctor told us— Deku died on heart attack." I slightly froze for a bit when I heard him. I give him my very curious look as if I was questioning him nor checking him.

“Go.” “No.” Her silver eyes met mine. “Daughter.” “I am not leaving you with them.” “I am already dead.” “So is half my problem list tonight. That has not stopped anyone.” The corner of her mouth trembled. Not a smile. Almost grief. “Take the living,” she said. “Guard the Heart. Do not invite the Crown no matter what it promises.” The First Alpha’s shadow expanded. The grave’s crack widened. Beneath the tomb, something enormous shifted again.

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

My future playing out here in real-time and being decided for me without my consent. Dad fought with years of skill that showed through his transitions and swift moves. He just had to wear the Alpha down. Alpha Austin had seen no combat and had only received combat training. He had no experience in pacing himself and I was certain that would be to his disadvantage. As the fight wore on it was clear both men were getting tired and Alpha Austin was making bigger, more obvious mistakes. If there’s one thing my father had taught me it was that there are two kinds of fighters. The kind that let their anger fuel them and the kind that anger makes them sloppy. And it was clear dad was the first and

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done. "I-I don't want to die," one of them muttered in fear. She sounded like a child. "I knew this was a bad idea." "This was all your fault," one said, pointing a finger at another. At this point, they were all panicking. But their panic was short-lived as I gasped loudly, regaining consciousness. My lungs burned as I struggled to breathe, coughing violently and wheezing painfully. "She's alive," one of them muttered. But I was already dragging myself out of the water, my arms trembling, nails scraping against the wet stone floor. I coughed again, every breath painful. Water streamed down my face,

"The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?" That sentence hit everyone like a hammer to the chest. Dead? David's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. Thomas stood stiffly in place, murmuring, "Her phone was off… because… she's already gone…" "Who did this to her?!" Marlene lunged forward, grabbing the officer's arm, her voice breaking. The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly."