Zenith Greyrat Death Novels & Stories

For a moment, the air froze. Xavier's eyes flashed with pure disgust as he gritted his teeth and spat out, "There you go again. You always use death to manipulate me! "You're like a plague, a demon, constantly reminding me about that countdown. God, I'm so sick of it. Honestly, you'd be doing the world a favor if you just died already!" I stood frozen in place, the chill sinking deep into my bones. Yvette leaned against his chest, letting out a soft sigh. Then, she cast a pitying glance at me as if looking at a hopeless lunatic. "Is she threatening you with death again?" she asked. Her voice was syrupy, but her words were like daggers.

“You feel nothing. The people you killed meant nothing to you!” Instinctively, my eyes drifted toward him, my glance not settling into the trap his mockery laid. Instead, I turned back to the Elders, holding their gaze with quiet dignity. “Three thousand, one hundred and twenty-seven lives,” I stated, the number a cold echo of my deeds. “I have taken in my eighteen years of life.” I began to recite, the bitterness of memory flooding each name. “Alpha Markus of the Red Cliff Pack… Alpha Jason of the Moonlit Shadows… Alpha Terrin…” The litany of names filled the hall like a haunting dirge, silencing even Yuri’s interruption with their solemn gravity.

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

A wave of dark gravity effortlessly swatted the fifty-ton mech and the Kroltan queen away like insects, sending them crashing into the hull of The Sovereign. Harper screamed in agony. The white light was tearing through her uniform, drawn toward the Void Sovereign's outstretched hand. "The Vanguard Imprint returns to the source," the fallen god declared. "And you, mortal, will die in the dark." Under the crushing weight of a neutron star, listening to the agonizing screams of his wife, the last remaining thread of Sebastian Sterling’s humanity simply... snapped. The slate-grey color of his right eye vanished forever. Thump-Thump.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

Name: Mary Sean Ivanovich Cause of Death: Suicide Punishment: REAP "I hope it ends as quickly as possible." I just nodded in response before deciding to stand up. However, before I could get out of the door, the guardian of the river of Pishon, Gihon, Hiddekel and Phirat entered. Sacred rivers lead to Eden which is the gateway to the afterlife. "Bad news Miss Seraphina, the guardian of soul has escaped and is currently possessed to another body." That's what Gabriel said. Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage.

She flickered her hands and commanded the orc blasting the force gun on the professor to grab everything they need in the old man's lab. "Greetings Professor Zen," the lady let out a smile from her full red lips. Her eyes bereft of emotions. "Ly-lyka, i-it's you... P-please help me," the professor coughed, blood coming out from his mouth. "My b-bones are brok—" A snap from his neck withdrew the life off from his eyes. She released her grip from the professor's broken neck and stepped outside. A wicked chuckle escaped her lips as she stepped into the swirling black portal near the lab's door.

Zen told him. Frazier raised an eyebrow. “What happened to trusting me?” “I trust you, but apparently I’m dead,” Zen jabbed. Frazier scowled. “How did you find out about that?” “Tallulah, the Lycan we rescued, she was quite surprised to find out that I’m not,” Zen informed. Frazier was genuinely taken aback. “I didn’t expect you to find out, much less so soon.” “Wait, so that’s the word around? That I’m dead?” Zen asked.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.