The Past Should Stay Dead Emarosa Novels & Stories

Faced with the bloody reality of their actions, Caspian and Fenris were speechless. "Now tell me, do you still want me to forgive you?" Emma pulled her robe back on. "You want me to come home so you can 'cherish' me some more?" "Emma..." Caspian tried to find the words, but she was already turning away. "Don't come back," Emma said without looking over her shoulder. "The girl you knew died a long time ago. The woman standing here has nothing to do with you." Suddenly, Marcus stepped out from the estate. He had been watching from the shadows, his fists clenched in fury since the moment Emma showed her scars.

Austin was barely holding himself back from shouting. She stared into his eyes without blinking. Gradually, a soft and sad expression showed on her face that made Austin take a step back instinctively. "You still haven't gotten over your parents' deaths, have you?" "Who would?" He asked in a dark manner. Esmeralda let go of his arm then looked off into the distance with the cold breeze blowing. "Who would, huh... I don't know if what I feel now is considered moving on, but, I feel... Settled. Or resigned. I don't really know how to describe this. I just suddenly felt this way while I was pondering over how I should deal with Saddie. What about you? From the way you spoke, you're someone who

As much as she appreciated her presence, Emery could not bring herself to show another weak side of her so she asked the maidservant to leave her alone and go help the knights in taking care of the corpses of her comrades. When Marianne left, silence had once again covered her room as Emery shut the door behind her. For a while, she stood there in a daze. Memories of the past came rushing back in her mind, the bad memories and the good ones reminded her that the Arcana had been the reason why she had lived that far. And now that they were gone, each and everyone of them, she could only think that her life was of no use anymore.

"Just... a distant past." Manuel blinked rapidly, his head tilted upwards as he tried to keep the tears at bay. Vector moved closer to the woman, then took her hair his, sandwiching them in his. "What if I told you... that distant past is back here and needs his mother?" She blinked, her chest heaving. "That's a lie. My child is dead." "Yes, she is," Manuel said, turning to her. "Emma is dead, mum. What you wanted happened to her, she fucking died."

“I know. But I’m a supreme goddess; hence I can do whatever I want. I can bring you back here and give you back your full goddess powers. It means you will never go back to earth. Ever. Or I can take you with me to the land of the spirits, let you cross over to the afterlife like normal supernaturals, or you could return to the land of the living–” My ears perked when she said that. “Wait, am I dead already?” I just thought I was dreaming or something. She raised her eyebrows and took a bite of her apple. “Well, hypothetically, you are.” “What do you mean? Am I dead or not?” I asked, my voice rising as my thoughts drifted to Emilio. Is he ok? How could I leave just like that? “You are dead.

I didn’t want to. Death meant peace. Death meant her. ___________________________ Emara Dell POV The In-Between I woke up in a world made of moonlight. Soft silver grass brushed my palms. Warm wind hummed with lullaby tones I remembered from childhood, my mother’s voice threading through the air like a memory made real. And Rowan was beside me. Not bleeding. Not bruised. Not broken. His hand found mine instantly. “Emara…” His voice was thick and shaking. “We’re dead.”

Suddenly, Luna casted a magic spell that beckoned upon the knife that she used to stab herself. “Luna No!” But it was too late. Luna’s blood had already carved a path on the grounds of their just concluded battle. “It could have ended better Luna.” Emma said as she knelt by her body. She beckoned upon a few strong men and asked them to carry her body away for proper arrangements. Now, with the traitor subdued and a newfound unity among the pack, Emma led them back to the sacred sanctuary. Together, they held a solemn ceremony, reaffirming their commitment to the Moonrise Legacy and the greater purpose they served. The ancient spirits of their ancestors seemed to approve, their presence felt

I watched as she wrote a note and then it disappeared into thin air as she chanted ‘mitte’. Magic was amazing and I loved the world we lived in. I just hope to the Goddess above that it didn’t end because of Soren’s war. How devastating would it be to fight for something just to watch all of it die? I didn’t have to wait long and there was a knock on Amarantha’s office door. “Come in,” she called out. The door opened and Ember stepped inside with a smile on her face and her cat at her side. I took in a deep breath of her burnt peach orchard smell and smiled brightly at seeing her again.

He then instructed the guard standing nearby, "Go bring Aria to me at once." It wasn't long before the guard returned after being briefly away. He fell instantly to his knees before Carl, unable to control the trembling in his lips as he stammered, "A-Alpha Carl, A-Aria…" "What happened to Aria?" Carl demanded, sounding irritated. "Aria is dead." "W-What!" Carl exclaimed.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.