Wow A Dying World Novels & Stories

Later on, I look at this black and round intelligent entity again and asks the last question that subconsciously bugging me right now. "How many points do I need to redeem my world?" It's an understatement to say I was shocked when it starts laughing its ass off, I was startled. I don't feel good about this. Can I still turn the offer down? "Good question, Host! To redeem your world you only need 1,000,000 points for that!" I feel lightheaded the moment I heard the number of points I need. I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!"

Because she could feel the other side too-her real body shaking, Dawn's wolves muttering incantations, the cave thick with danger. She didn't care. Elowyn was coming back. But the world around them began to react. The white figures started shifting, turning toward the sound. The light dimmed. A wind kicked up from nowhere. The dead world was waking up. And it did not want to release Elowyn. The world around Elowyn blurred... and then cleared.

My lawyer husband, Chester Stratton, and our five-year-old son were kidnapped. By the time I arrived, the bomb had already detonated, and they were reduced to ashes before my eyes. My older sister, a prosecutor, had tried to help me track down the culprit, yet even she was captured and tortured to death. Everyone said my ruthless methods had earned me too many enemies, that they had suffered because of me. They said I should have been the one to die. Even the Criminal Investigation Division stripped me of my position. For three years, I secretly hunted for the mastermind. Until one day, my investigation led me to a restaurant. There, I saw my husband, my son, and my sister—the three peop

Max stopped the men from moving to avoid him shooting me. "Desires...dark Desires brings dark death!, and dark death leaves u with Everlasting torture, your soul ruled by unending sorrow and hatred for the life as a mortal", Zuoka kept whispering incoherently. I couldn't make out what he was saying at all,untill I heard the gun shot. I thought I had died. I waited for the pain to come but it didn't. Slowly,I opened my eyes to see Zuoka on the floor,blood stained on him.

A third heartbeat began. Then a fourth. Then hundreds. Thousands. The sealed first world began filling with heartbeats. The dead were waking. Evelyn stared at the impossible darkness. The woman's voice whispered: “You wanted everyone to stay.” A crack appeared across the sky. “You finally got your wish.” The first world opened. Thousands of dead Evelyns stepped through. Behind them came dead Kaels. Dead Elis. Dead Remiels. Dead Lucians. All of them stared at Evelyn. All of them whispered the same word.

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

“ He's right. Three months left.” The moment he spoke it, my world shifted. I'm in a black hole. It feels like I'm in a jungle and no one's coming to save me. My planets exploded. Three months to left is not needed anymore. I already feel dead.

The dying wretch took a few more labored breaths before trying to speak again. "I beg you to hear my confession." Staring at the weak old man, Wilkud wondered what an old priest on his deathbed might have to confess that he did not already know about the god of death. But there were a thousand and one things that could disturb a man who stood on the threshold of the gate of the otherworldly realm of the dead. A thousand and one things that could worry a man who gazed into the face of death as his eyes began to fail and saw beyond the veil of this world as he gazed at the stern, shadowed face of Mortis himself.

Faith was reborn on the day of her twentieth birthday. She came back slowly, with with the weight of a mattress, the warmth of light, and the sound of birds. Small, ordinary things. The kind of things the dying don't get to notice. Then her eyes opened.” The first thing she saw was two faces hovering over her. She screamed, "Is this what heaven looks like?!” Her mother burst out laughing, pressing her hand on her chest. "Silly girl. Today is your birthday."

“Okay, fine. You got me. It was for show. Happy now?” Sky chuckled and nudged Hailey. “That’s more like it. I must say, the old Essence is gradually crawling out of her grave.” I sighed dramatically and leaned back in my chair. “Well, speaking of crawling out of graves… what do you say we get back to work on that one-billion-dollar project?”