What Death Taught Me Manhwa Novels & Stories

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

(DARK TEA) “LIFE, REBIRTH, AND REINCARNATION. REMEMBER THAT NO MATTER WHAT WE WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU, HANA.” To the tears that fall and created the never-ending ripple unto the lake of sorrow and goodbye. She reaches her small hand towards her beloved mother and father, which bruised faces, bleeding wounds and limping body resembles the chaos and tainted darkness and blood of the world that war is all that it seems and never-ending.

Mort said sweetly as he hugged her fragile body which start shaking uncontrollably. "I love you," Mort added sincerely. Sumire buried her face in his chest. A great sob escaped her and she hugged him back, soaking her tears on his fitted shirt. "Do Klauss and the others know this too?" The maiden mumbled between her sobs and hiccups. "No. Just me, Narco, and Chadwick." Mort replied and raise her chin. He cupped her face and gently wipe her tears using his thumb. "But how did you know Death was my favorite artist?" Sumire asked, pouting like a kid, wondering why Death wasn't coming out. Now, she was thinking that this was part of a surprise from Mort. To introduce her to "Death".

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

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The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became. At the very end of the letter, I had left a final note, as if mocking myself. "Eight years of love disappeared in the blink of an eye, swallowed by a lie. Nate, I never thought the day would come when I'd die at your hands…"

"There's more. She was tortured before she died. The killer used silver blades to sever her limbs while she was still alive and stopped her from shifting to escape. We also found traces of dark ritual magic. Her wolf spirit was forcibly ripped apart." Everyone in the room gasped. "Fucking monster," someone snarled. "That poor girl must have suffered so much..." Ethan's fist slammed down on the table. "I'm going to find whoever did this and make them pay." Lucian squeezed his shoulder. "You've been working yourself to the bone. But you might have to miss Maia's birthday this time." Lucian was Ethan's mentor and my father Julian's best friend. After our parents, Julian and Aurora, died, he'd l

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He picked Beth up single-handedly and served her a few slaps. "My greatest regret is fooling with you, you fucking whore. If I hadn't done so, my dear Amber wouldn't have died. It was you. You pushed her to her death. I am going to exile you!" Beth struggled with all her might and begged to be spared. She even looked toward the werewolves around her with a pleading gaze. "I d-didn't… I wasn't the one who initiated…" Right at this moment, the cell phones of the werewolves present at the scene pinged simultaneously.