This Mortal Coil Book Novels & Stories

"But I didn't expect that when I came back the fairies would be alive again." I stared at my grandfather. "That surprised us too, grandfather. Especially since it wasn't included in the prophecy." "I think the butterfly effect has started to occur." Grandfather followed and also sat on a bench. "A lot has changed nowadays, so the world is also changing gradually. I also noticed that the number of demons in the mortal realm increased more during my visit." "Does that mean we can expect some more changes?" I can't stop asking. "You won't feel the change here in Wysteria. But the mortal world will. Supernatural events will start to occur." He answered and sighed. "There's nothing we can do at a

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.

It roared as it spilled over the broken wall, a gaping maw to hell itself. A nauseating miasma filled my nose, choking the very breath from my lungs. A mortal body cannot withstand a single wisp of chaos. My mind went blank. My body felt boneless, and I collapsed, paralyzed. I could only watch as the claw of death surged toward me. At that moment, a storm of golden lightning descended from the heavens, shattering the roiling chaos miasma and rushing straight toward me. My eyes flew open. Aresios?! Why did he rush in here?

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.

Alice pretends to inspect the books' covers as we walk. "You know the Salem Witch trials?" she whispers. I nod. "Of course." "The Silver Hunters were founded by some of their descendants." I frown. "Huh? For what purpose?" We stop walking and she looks around to make sure no one is close. "Because they had something against witches. But then it grew as they discovered there are more than witches out there. Now they're hunting everyone." We're almost to the wall where she showed me the secret book, the one she said we weren't supposed to know about.

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.

“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.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.