Xibalba Of Life Novels & Stories

Remy: “Let’s remind the underworld who they’ve taken.” The dorm tore open like a veil parting. A dark gateway formed in the living room, swirling with echoes of marigolds and her essence. We stepped through as one. Six guardians who had lost their center. Xibalba sought the storm queen. They would face the tempest that adored her. And the coyote bound to her? He would reclaim her, no matter the cost. Hold on, my storm queen. We’re coming. **December 14, 2030 – Xibalba, the Throne Cenote**

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

The paper cracked into pieces, hovered around me like butterflies, and then flew into my brain piece by piece. Countless words flooded into my mind, and I saw accounts of Lycan, of Lycan's fate 10,000 years ago. Is this what my previous life, Isabella, experienced 10,000 years ago? Ten thousand years ago, Isabella hated the world that only gave her harm. When Lycan faced a devastating disaster, she did not choose to save it. In the end, Lycan became extinct, and Isabella became the last Lycan in the world; she chose to commit suicide, ending her tragic and short life.

Or maybe Victoria would be too preoccupied flashing her new earrings to care. It's not like she torments me every day. Even Satan takes a day off, I guess, though the two of them seem to be trading off days with one another since we were about six or seven. Whatever the reason for me heading back to the isolated spot I'd been so excited to find before Victoria descended the day before, I felt my heart rate speed up as I entered the clearing surrounded by trees that led into the forest this area is known for. *** GABRIEL ***

Yukia, on the other hand, was the reincarnation of a powerful individual of the Primordial Realm. James was dumbfounded. So this was the truth all along. Jabari was feeling awkward as well. Ever since learning about this, he still found this to accept. He never thought that Yukia, the woman whom he was infatuated with, would be Thea’s past life. Fortunately, he encountered Xulia in the Dark World. However, even though he encountered Xulia, he was still respectful toward Yukia. Yukia was his motivation and a figure whom he greatly respected.

“Absolutely.” I, Sidapa, God of Death, made a friend. *salakab - hand woven basket used to store fish. In this story, the salakab is used as storage for souls that have undecided fates to be continued

"Your Alphas are monsters. Your land is dead. I offer you one last chance." The image shifted. It showed the forest beyond the barrier. It was lush. Green. Alive. Heriberto had restored the life there, just to show us what he could do. To show us what we were missing. "Surrender the Hybrids," Heriberto commanded. "Give me Mathias Bronx and Marcus Blackthorn. And I will restore your land. I will give you peace." The projection turned to look directly at the balcony where we stood. He knew we were there.

Felan said and instantly grew a wall of bamboos around her, Keyne, and Shaba. Shaba mind-linked her pack. “The symbols must be down fix it.” “On-it Alpha.” Someone replied. “What’s the matter, Shaba you scared of a little magic?” Felan asked. “How do you expect to get out of this one, you built a wall enclosing yourselves in here. I don’t think…” Shaba was saying when her words were cut off as Felan touch her. She was still standing in the circle, but she was alone. At least she thought she was.

The two men seemed confused. "But I associate myself as the Sole redeemer of our realm. I came from a tribe called the Ibawnon.Your kinds colloquially call us shamans, but we are more than that. We dwell with spirits, we heal sick people, and we usually distinguish ourselves from your kind because we're not born normal, we have been chosen by the Guardians and the Almighty to fight and stop the Malignobons, the evil spirits' dwellers, not just for our tribe, but also for your kinds. And you, Mr. Jalandoni..." She stopped, probably contemplating what she should be saying next.

I will work nonstop to bring Valentino and who ever the fuck helped him in this attack to their knees before the women they turned me into They will scream out the name Qiabla as they beg for mercy while I cut, burn and maim their Besh until their hearts stop beating "FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE LOST SOME ONE FROM YOUR ANTORAGE PLEASE NOTE THAT WE WILL BE HELPING IN THEIR COST OF BARRIEL" IR'S the least I can do for the loved ones of the men lost here today. "AS FOR THE MEN WHO BELONG TO NEITHER OF OUR GROUPS, THEY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF AND DESPOSED OF PROPERLY" Vic finishes then hand me a glass of water while leading me to a chair. "You did so fucking good doll I'm so proud of you, but you do