Novel & Cerita Til Death Rings

"Ms. Blackwood died on May 20th at Central City Hospital. If you're her friend, the funeral service is being held at Eastside Memorial Cemetery. It started an hour ago." With that, the man hung up. Marcus stared at his phone, his hands beginning to shake. A strange panic crept up his chest, but he pushed it down. This had to be fake. Another one of my elaborate schemes. "Who was that?" Celeste asked from the bed. "Nothing important," Marcus said quickly. "Just some prank call." But deep inside, a tiny voice whispered that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a game. He knew me too well though. I loved him desperately. I would never actually leave him. I would never really choose to die.

“What type of poison” “Atropa belladonna. It was the same one found in your father’s autopsy. I believe their death is connected.” Nightshade poison. A deadly poison for a deadly organisation. I scramble closer. “What do you know Doctor?” Gail looks at me, hesitant. “Nothing much aside that I believe this is all connected to the inner circle.” The Inner Circle? This is the first time in ten years I’ve heard that name again. The last time was the day my father was buried.”

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

[I always wanted to meet this person, but not like this] Zia thought looking at the person standing in front of her with a black robe. (a few hours back) "You want to know more about Althea's death and about the Wall of death that is connected to your mom's death in some way, right?" Will asked Zia she nodded her head "Then you need to see something" "Is it the book?" Charles asked "Follow me," Will said while walking holding Zia's hand

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

I remove my shirt and pull it over the frame covering the photo. Then I reach down and look at the plaque once more. ‘For Clem.’ staring back at me and with a grunt of effort, I rip it from its glued spot and stick it in my pocket. The dishonor of refusing to name the Alpha and Luna he killed is apparent. His desire for his daughter to know their deaths were her fault is even more noticeable. I turn and find Ivy standing at the next grotesque trophy case, frozen as she reaches out with shaky hands to touch the wedge that nearly broke me. My skin prickles at the sight of my blood dried on it and she growls before kicking the monument down.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

I furrowed my brow and asked, "What do you mean by that?" Mom burst out laughing before she took out a small remote control from her pocket. "Do you know why we took out that accidental death policy on you? Why did it have to be today, and specifically at this dinner? It wasn't merely a trap—it was a sacrificial rite, Weston." She pressed the button on the remote control, causing the TV to flicker on and display a piece of surveillance footage. That footage showed several people in black robes standing around a baby, chanting incantations.

But sometimes, a few madmen still insisted on courting death, leaving Xiao Chen with no choice but to grant them a quick end. “Why are there so many people wanting to die these past few days?” asked Xiao Chen, lying atop a massive tree ten times taller than an ordinary one. “Ugh… It’s been over a week, but there’s still no trace of the Nine Rings of Destruction. Where are they, exactly? This is really strange—what are they waiting for?” Xiao Chen had been searching for traces of the Nine Rings of Destruction, which posed a far greater threat to the divine realm than the strange creatures he had killed before.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie