Wish Death Upon Someone Novels & Stories

her father said as he pulled her away from his grip, to take a clearer look at her face. “Come my daughter, don’t cry, sit down, I have something to share with you.” He said, as he pulled her gently to sit on the bed. “When I lost your mother, and my best friend, the same day, I thought it was the end of the world, I cried for years, hoping my tears would bring them back, but it never did, I wished I had died with them, because the torment and pain their death caused me, was immeasurable Hazel. Each night I laid on my bed, I hoped never to wake up from my sleep, do you know how it feels, to see someone you love so dearly, died in your arms? I don’t wish that for my enemies either. Several ye

Chase told me. "He doesn't even deserve to be happy at all because he once took your happiness from you and shattered it. He is totally a wolf in human form, so cruel and wicked. I swear if i ever get the chance to meet him, i'll make sure to hit him so hard in the face that he probably won't remember what hit him." Xavier venomously spat out, his grey eyes slightly darkening. My eyes widened when i saw the angry expression on his face.

Thunder clapped harder in the sky, and the whitish things multiplied. I watched in satisfaction as the duo started yelling in pain. The whirlwind is now spinning them badly, and I can see it starting to consume their souls. The agony screams grew louder with each passing moment, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. However, my moment of joy was cut short when I saw the whirlwind start disappearing. Not only that, the whitish substance has disappeared from their bodies as well.

But when I got there, I saw him drive off. A bad feeling rose from the bottom of my heart. I tried to convince myself he was just meeting a client, but he should have told me if it was business. Doubtful, I followed him to an apartment complex. A young woman ran out and threw herself into his arms. Angelo hugged her like it was routine, and they kissed passionately by the car. My heart shattered. The joy of his proposal was matched only by the despair of that moment. From bliss to heartbreak took just five years. We didn't even make it to the seven-year itch. If I'd held onto any hope before, his words yesterday killed it.

"You only have a little amount of time,you have to hold them,really tight,and stare at them so close,so they won't get away. Then you tell them,that they aren't going to leave you just like that,you make them happy,happy that they leave this world smiling,not sober" I sighed. "You're scared" "Pardon?" "You're not just scared of your loved one dying, you're scared that you won't be able to move on" "I have to go"I said,and pulled out some cash from my back pocket. "Thank you"the driver said,and I got out,my mind a mess,"hey! Sir?!" I turned back,"Happy New year!"the driver yelled,and all the other drivers on the road yelled a happy New year,I wasn't sure it was to me. To me,they just wished e

During these few days; I became a werewolf, cursed and Emily too. In my dream, I killed her, so I drove her away. But who killed her in reality? If only I knew that I was a threat to her, then I would never have taken her away from myself. Today, she would have been with me. The one person I love the most in this world died because of me, and I did not even save her! The one person I want to protect is hurt because of me! she thought while sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Esen. I thought you might know about Emily's death, so I asked you out of the blue. If I had known that the news of her death would shock you so much, I would never have mentioned it like this."

With a swift, devastating blow, Fen struck Wilson down, his body crumpling to the ground. As Wilson lay there, the life draining from his body, he looked up at Kai, Alex, and Allan. "Remember... fight for them... protect... our future," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. With those final words, Wilson’s eyes closed, and his body lay still. The realization of his death spread through the ranks of the werewolves like wildfire, a wave of grief and fury igniting their hearts. Kai, his eyes burning with tears and rage, let out a howl that resonated through the forest. "For Wilson! For our mates! For our future!"

His frown deepened, his expression turning serious. "This isn't something ordinary," he said. "It's a binding curse. A very vicious one. "It's usually used on people who are close to death. It can't transfer your luck directly to the caster, but it reroutes your fortune to others. By granting other people's wishes, it extends the caster's life. "When your luck is completely drained, and your life reaches its end, the life force that should have been yours…gets transferred to them." He paused, then looked at me.

"Moreover, it can be a curse once the demands of the bitemark were betrayed." "Am I betraying the bitemark?" "Thy case might be different. The deterioration of thy wounds caused by the bitemark may also mean the death of your mate. I've seen victims like thee and died eventually due to depression or lassitude." I sighed. "I can't die. I have kids." "Some survived." "How?" "They find a new mate." "..." A momentary silence along with the processing of my brain happened in the next scene. I just find it difficult to believe that werewolf love is more deadly and complicated! And to think I had a sensual past with Hrista... makes me uncomfortable with this conversation.

He simply repeated in that same flat tone: “Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: ‘Wish.’ Please choose your cause of death.” Just when everyone was at a total loss, glowing text suddenly scrolled across the air like a livestream chat. [Damn, these players are seriously unlucky. “Wish” has a zero percent clear rate—hardest dungeon ever recorded.] [The boss grants each player’s wish... but always in the most horrifying, twisted way possible.] [As soon as players enter, they face the final boss. It forces everyone to “wish” for the way they’ll die, then “mercifully” makes that wish come true.]