This Mortal Coil Book Novels & Stories

But Amoroso and Agape have different voices. "Do you think we can live with immortals?" One asked that I couldn't identify because they just had the same voice. So I better just listen and not think about it. "We can't say yet. All the fairies have always been against letting a mortal enter here in Wysteria. It was even more chaotic because the great fairy made that mortal immortal. Because of him, half of all of our power was transferred to that mortal. He was also the reason why we all fell asleep."

For a moment they stared into the gate of hell, and listened to the beautiful melody of screaming souls. One by one, the hooded figures baptized themselves on the lake of fire. They jumped to their death, screaming with delight. Souls were burned under the red smoldering pool of damnation. However, some were too afraid and had to be comforted by the others. Soon, they were all convinced and reluctantly joined in. Some drank the liquid fire. Others breathed sulfur that lingered in the smoke. Some just dipped their bodies, like a normal bath. Their old flesh was no more, but their souls remained. And God lifted them up out the pool, with their bodies anew.

"Just to name a few." Mira had known the existence of the daemon and the Knights of Death. Cohen was stunned at this revelation. Her blood wasn’t the only thing that contained secrets. It was her brain too. A person with vast knowledge like this would attract so much unwanted attention. Was that why the Council was desperate to bring her in? “And this journal she had,” Winston showed a brown leather book to him. He flipped until it reached the one he intended. “These few pages detailed the battle against Damien.”

Ember We regrouped inside, the door slammed shut behind us, sealing out the smoke and the screams and the part of the city that still remembered what fear felt like. The Velvet Coil’s back room was dim, lit only by low-burning candles and the faint glow of sigils etched into the walls. My blackened flame still licked along my veins, restless, alive. It hadn’t faded.

My mind went blank. "What did you say?" "The council of major gods has investigated. The foundation of the Sacred Mountain was partially severed by some ancient rune. Traces of mortal aura were left behind." Aresios's gaze was sharp. "In this entire divine realm, who else could it be but you? Who else would be so determined to harm Cassia?"

The few days had passed at a slow paste. She wasn't sure how she felt about becoming the number one target of so many werewolves. From her guardians, she knew more or less how their underworld operated. Alliances, betrayals, hidden truths, forbidden lies, and so on happened as a daily occurrence. She also wondered what ensued to Milene's body, where was it, and if he had even bothered to bury her.

The title on it was. "Lore of Elm. This is it." Lore of Elm has that eerie feeling surrounding it. Of course they are, it's a cursed book after all. But the creature who'll be reading the book were also cursed so it's fine. Probably. After opening the magical lock that sealed the book and returned the other books, Noel hummed while he walked towards the exit, when he realized another door was connected to Room Magma. The shape of the door couldn't be identified from the distance where Noel stood because the lights weren't able to reach where the door was, with it being hidden behind one of the shelves.

I don't know why he doesn't attack, if in the past he protected me. "Don't wish for the necromancer to help you. Necromancers can never attack me for they are under the darkness which is my blood and my power. You'll meet your death, mortal girl," Margarett said with a smile and her tongue My eyes widened when his tongue suddenly turned into a snake ready to peck at me. My nervousness was uncontrollable and I just closed my eyes when the snake bit me on the neck.

“Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I heard the voice again that irritated my head for a moment and I suddenly remembered what happened last night. The murder that I witnessed. The killer is exactly the same as me. The scene played in my head like a movie. How the other “me” killed a man inside his own house under the full moon on a silent and cold night. I shook my head because I knew it wasn’t real but my heart beat fast and I got nervous when I saw mud on the floor; The mud or should I say footsteps only going to my bed. I immediately check the footsteps because it is weird that it has footsteps going in but not going out.

Houses and establishments were built all over. He met two mortals and his companion whom he meddled and mingled with in this time of the year. He fell in love with her yet, she can’t return his love. Leana and Geanne were the mortals whom he saved; Whitney, his lovely companion never left his side, they all escaped World War together. After the mortals left him, he felt lonely that he studied blood transfusion, he wanted Whitney to be an immortal. He never failed, his once mortal dog became immortal because of the blood transfusion. It was a successful one however, Whitney’s appearance changed. But it didn’t changed his companion’s attitude.