The God Of Death Novels & Stories

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

The hand that had touched his daughter disintegrated into ash. “Oh, silence!” Adorus snapped. “You have no right to mourn.” “You killed your own daughter!” Draven howled. “She was mine, you fucking bastard!” Adorus closed his eyes. “Do you know why a god must become mortal when he pursues a lover?” “Fuck your riddles! I don't care for your sentiments!” Draven spat, writhing in the fire.

He had certainly not thought this through as he had been hoping that he would resolve whatever it was that was between him and the old wolf amicably. He looked at Grimshaw for a while with his mind not thinking straight at the moment when someone spoke. “A duel. I propose a duel lord wolf.” Caelum suddenly said “And you, who might you be?” Grimshaw asked him “The second piece to your puzzle. I am the god of death.” He said “And you think I care about you or who you are? I have everything I need already with her. She is life and I would be ruling the living.” Grimshaw said

Aubrey explained, getting shocked glances from the beings much larger than he was. "In the mortal realm, we needed to study and become the best in order to get money and live without dying. Here you don't need to eat all the time, you can starve but you can't die from starvation. You can live anywhere and still be a god. Even though your high beings from mortals, there's still that one being higher than you and that's the only being who commands every single thing, while you're restricted to what you do. You can't control every single thing, even if it belongs to you. So you just need to find a way to prevent death if you can't control it. Giving up and being afraid won't solve anything. It

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

The strange figure suddenly covered his face with both hands and bowed. ***** "God of life, forgive me." Suddenly, the strange figure said, then knelt down. Princess Alleta and Prince Xander were surprised to hear the strange figure's words. "God of life? What do you mean?" asked prince Xander while frowning. "I was ordered by the god of death to pick up the soul of this lying man but I didn't know that you were here. God of life, if I did something wrong, please forgive me," replied the strange figure. Prince Xander was confused. He stepped closer to the strange figure. "God of life? Who are you referring to? I'm not the god of life," said Prince Xander. Afte

Long black hair hung loose past his shoulders, and dark, nearly black eyes bore into mine. I thought to ask who he was when I noticed the bident in his hands and knew who I stood before. I quickly took to a knee, bowing my head. A God was visiting me. Not just any God, either. I am before one of the original six. The God of Death, Hades, stood before me with a somber look on his pale face.

The way Saiva said that in a low tone got them thinking it must be serious! "Your next goal is to gather the seven orbs. It will not be as easy as rescuing wolves. Even trying to steal one of the orb might kill all of you. And you know death is a restart button or it might be game over. The Angel of Death is mischievous, and if we put this like a game, he is the worst enemy-- the game maker." "If he is the game maker then how will we achieve this? He is too powerful for us and worse he would just crush this world!"

He stayed in his head while keeping an ear out for any potential dangers that might be coming. 'All this time, and here we are again.' Death started to reflect on the past. 'How humans survived war after war I'll never know.' Death had a thorough knowledge of the human world, better than any god or human. He was far more knowledgeable than even Lucifer, but was rarely ever asked about the human's world, much to his enjoyment. He knew that most gods couldn't handle the information, and that even if they could it would often be misused for prejudice. Thinking about humans made Death say something out loud on accident.

The death reaper that in all truth, is the current manifestation of God Scorpion. “Did you once more deliberately made Farah have the same nightmare, Dark?” She calls the God by its name. The name that Marie gave, his manifestation not in an animal form but rather in the precise image of a death reaper. All after he is bind and taken to serve a false holder, that is his ally. All for the sake of the future that they are looking forward to have. “I did.” He honestly replies, while still playing the song of death that he made for the two prominent people. The couple of this world and book.