Unk Death Romane & Geschichten

CHAPTER 1: WELCOME FELLOW UNDEADS WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

“Yes.” “You understand that what you carry will increase,” I continue, “and that no dispersion will be offered.” He inclines his head slightly. “I have never dispersed it,” he says. “I was not designed to.” That is true. The system does not punish Death. It relies on him to absorb what others cannot. He has always done so without question. Until now. Because now, there is something he will not allow the system to touch. “You have placed yourself between the weave and a variable it cannot correct,” I say.

That was when Murin looked them both dead in the eye and whispered, "We are now in the same boat as Caleb! Do not think about betraying him no matter what happens, or he will prove to you why he and the Chandlers are scarier than the Alliance, Danmarch, and Nistral! Seeing Murin's glower and determined look, both Udal and Grendel inhaled deeply. "Magister Davos is right!" Udal said, gritting his teeth and lunged toward Zoronda's five remaining elders. Shunk! Boom! With a sudden burst of Scion rank aura and burgeoning killing intent, he vaporized the five remaining Zorondan elders before they realized what was happening. Shank! Shank! Shank! Boom! Grendel gasped loudly, but he knew that his p

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

She whispered to him in a sing song, putting air quotes in the word girlfriend, i heard everything cause was seated beside her, Todd seemed thrown off for some second before getting himself back "Let's just focus on the game" Todd said and gave her a little mouth kiss before they faced the board "Drink if you have a tattoo" Was rolled and read out, Cole, Alex, Todd, Gwen, Claire and few other guys drank their shots "Everyone drink" Was rolled so we all took our shots "Never have i ever, hooked up in my parents room" A girl read out, two guys said they had "Ohhhh" we cheered and they both drank their shot

My life or death meant nothing to him. My dad sat in his wheelchair, crying like a broken man. His lips quivered as he said, "Vic, how could this happen to you? I'm sorry. I didn't protect you…" My mom was already sobbing uncontrollably. She kept inching toward where my body was placed. She was desperate to see me one last time, even if all that was left was a disfigured corpse soaked in formalin. The forensic doctor said solemnly, "Based on our examination, the deceased had clear surgical scarring on her liver. She appears to have donated it while she was alive."

The darkness of the campus was oppressive, broken only by the dim flicker of emergency lights that cast long, ominous shadows. Luke moved with a purpose, his enhanced senses tuning into every sound, every movement. He started his search from the main campus building. He could hear the groans of the undead echoing faintly through the halls, their shuffling footsteps dragging against the cracked tile floors. The smell of decay hung in the air, sharp and putrid, making it hard to breathe.