Xibalba Of Life Novels & Stories

Olivia fell helplessly, hearing Isabella’s distant voice, “Want revenge? Maybe in your next life! Slash her face and throw her into the jungle to feed the wolves!” She felt the cold blade across her face, then was tossed into the forest like trash. In Cambodia’s complex terrain, no one would come to save her. In this life, she deserved to die miserably for trusting a man. But if there was a next life, she would find Isabella Whitmore and grind her to dust!

Could be possible that she's running from Hernandez? Or he could be the fiance. I opened my laptop. The details I asked James for were already there. But I ignore it. Instead, I typed a name on the search engine before clicking search. Victoria Lyn. There are a few popups but no face of Victoria. Then I remember a story of an island when I was still working on the guild. They called it Tierra del Diablo. The land of the demons, a fitting name for a place that only gives pain and death. It's the place rumored where The Guild gets their weapons exclusively. I clicked on the world map and zoomed in on the Philippines and its neighboring nation. None.

The heat travelled through the mortal skin and tickled his palm and he grinned. "I'm not the only one with powers of a God. And made of your own blood?" He cooed softly; his eyes alight with macabre brilliance. "Oh, this brings back memories. Memories I would love to recreate, ones I will recreate with you and with others should they cross me." Isaac tried to draw back but was stopped by the claws impaling his hand. Babi lifted the sword and he readied himself for a blow that would sever his life, but instead there was a cold tap to his shoulder.

Ban: What are you talking about? Lux: Don't you get it? YOU WERE JUST BORN IN THE WRONG WORLD. THIS IS WHERE YOU TRULY BELONG. THERE IS NO GOING BACK FOR YOU. THE DEMON WORLD CALLS YOU, AVEREZA L BAN. BUT IT IS REALLY MORE CORRECT TO START CALLING YOU BAN L AVAREZA

I stopped in front of him while the drizzle wet my head and clothes, my body shivered so much that I had to hug myself while holding my teeth so they wouldn't chatter in my mouth. The rain has stopped" he muttered, still relaxed even though he could see I was in pain. "Gabriella." For the first time I heard that name again in a long time. "After I break the seal, all the memories of your past life will also return. Everything that was painful will also come back to haunt you." The sound of a wolf's howl was heard not far from here, interrupting Balthazar's words. Alex. It's still here. Balthazar smiled coldly when he heard that. 'Oh, well, whatever happens, let it happen" he muttered to no o

“You said this would be easy. Getting you back to the homeland was incredibly difficult and a strain on our resources, Arachnis, and for what? You failed your mission.” “I did not fail, Your Grace,” Hannibal says lightly, his milky white eyes lifting to meet his king. “I was correct about a Firestone rising to power. I was correct about an Alpha King returning to the ancient basin of life–what they call the Deadlands now. I was correct about Uvansa being painted red with blood–a baptism to honor us.” Uvansa? I don’t so much as blink as Hannibal goes on, “Everything I prophesied happened.”

"I can create a world and plan for you and your children, it's better than erasing their existence." "A world where I can be with my children...?" "Yes! I want you to be a part of the creation. So please, tell Haiban to stop!" "..." She walks out of the cage and I thought she was spacing out. "... Haiban, he who takes away life then brings them back. I cannot have a world without my children. Your words are impossible without his alliance." "He who... Does it mean he killed himself before and brought it back?"

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

Balan wearily scratched his shiny blond hair, the red in his pupils softening to the familiar chocolate color: "Eden, I'm so worried!" Eden Noldorasga sighed, circled around the series of glass cabinets, and put his arms around his brother: “I know, Balan, I know. I'm scared too, so you can rest assured that I won't use my life to make jokes. Not even Abyss can break through your protection, right? And I'm definitely not stupid enough to use myself as an experiment." Balan hummed, pat softly the top of his head, and snorted: "If you were really smart, you would not study that damn thing."