Zenith Greyrat Death Novels & Stories

The crater was a jagged throat of obsidian, a vertical graveyard where the ghost of the Spire still lingered in the ozone. Below us, the Zenith craft descended like a falling star, its sleek hull disappearing into the subterranean shadows of Sub-Level 13. I stood at the edge, the black glass shard in my hand vibrating with a terrifying, rhythmic hum. It felt cold—colder than the mountain ice—because it didn't just hold data. It held the end of Xander Thorne.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

After much deliberations, she decides to go home and get some rest as she has heard and done enough for the day. **** "Ugh...." Zenith groans, holding her stomach she she turns and tosses round the bed. Sh3 could feel a pang of pain at the pit of her stomach. She felt like dying. A loud this was heard as she falls on the floor trying to get a hold of herself. She felt the strong urge to kill, to hunt for blood. She could feel her wolf jumping up and down. She tried to calm down but each she did, she ended up hurting herself. She begged her wolf to calm down. She could finally stand up, getting a hold of herself. She needed blood. She rushed downstairs , located the cooler where here blood wa

Make Harvest Bloom pull out of Zenith, watch as Zenith’s reputation and Möller Industries crash down. Taking Anthony and my father down with it.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

I ask with clenched teeth. “Killing them… while you all were distracted…” Grace closes her eyes and doesn’t open them again. She has passed. I feel a chill down my spine, where is Zack and who is he going to kill. At that moment, three members of the 9th Unit come in to help us, Sabrina surely asked for reinforcements. The Sharks check that Xander and Grace are dead. “Is everyone fine?” Anthony asks us. "Yes," Jareth replies as he hands me my son. "What about you, Major Mortensen?" He asks me looking at me with a half-smile.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

Fiona’s strike with that whip had weakened her almost and I belatedly wondered how Clyde was holding her back. I was about to step forward a hard blow to the side of my head made me stumble and I fell. “If you think you can take me down with a mere blow to my wrist then you are fucking wrong.” Zenith’s vicious tone cut through my groans. That fucking hurt. I got to my feet, the side of my face throbbing. I whirled around and was about to hit her back when Clyde charged towards Zenith. In the blink of an eye, his claws were digging into her throat and within minutes I saw Zenith’s life draining out of her slowly as black smoke curled out of her gaping mouth and her eyes bulged out. She tried

He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness. “Mom… Kara, Mara…” he called until he completely gave in. Those three words are his last words before he died as if he was trying to call his family. After a minute, the guy who is in front of Fletcher’s dead body, slowly stands on the ground and puts his hands on his pocket. “Clean this mess. And also, prepare the records for his shipment,” he ordered his men. “Yes sir!” his men answered in chorus. He smiled a bit then took his cellphone from his pocket.

She looked at me, "Are you sure you want to make her join the Trials, Dai?" What a stupid question. "Of course, I do, mom! Come on, guys. We are talking about Nsomi Eileithya D'Arcy! I can't let her get away with what she did," I looked at all of them. "And I believe each and all of us, hate her for causing the death of our loved ones! Take her own family and my sister as an example. They all had horrible deaths because of her damn power. Do you think it's okay to let her go like that just because she saw her own death? Yes, it must have been fucked up. But she's used to that now. As she said, everyone will die someday, so what's the problem with her death? I would one hundred percent prefer