멸망이후 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was like they had all walked into a tsunami, and their painful shrieks filled the whole atmosphere. After what seems like forever, everything becomes calm, friendly, silent, and still. I blink several times, my eyes examining the damage I have done. I was breathing heavily, blood was covering my body, and my brain was trying to process what had just happened. Some minutes ago, there were thousands of creatures here in front of us. But now, everything has returned to normal. All around me, the dead body of the wendigo, Nazgul, and the burning bones of the skeleton fill the ground.

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

“You didn’t know because you chose not to stay.” His face tightened. “I thought I could fix it afterward. I thought if I got through the wedding, I could come back to you and make everything right.” “You thought I would still be waiting.” He had no answer. The institute legal director stepped forward and handed him a folder. “These terminate every private arrangement still connecting you to Miss Vale: medical authorization from her treatment years, residence registration at the Russo estate, emergency contact status, beneficiary records, and all compensation attempts made through your lawyers.” Dante stared at the papers.

Bonus - Kyrios and Eloise The End

Amara’s POV The immediate aftermath of the second brutal clash was a stark reflection of the first, yet it carried a heavier weight of weariness, a more profound sense of the enduring cost of survival. The remnants of Kaelen’s pack, their ranks decimated and their spirit broken, scattered into the inky blackness of the night, their mournful howls fading into the distance like the dying echoes of a nightmare. The clearing, twice stained crimson, lay silent once more, a tableau of broken branches and upturned earth, the only sounds the ragged breaths of the weary victors and the soft, mournful sighing of the wind through the blood-soaked leaves.

Back to the afterlife. **** To Be Continued

Who knows how l will end up? The fourth prince happened to see Er Lin's discomfited appearance and it reminded him of the white moonlight in his heart - the woman he had to give up in order to gain power and possibly become emperor. In the end, he chose Er Lin. Both Du Xiang and Er Lin had to offer up their wrists so that the princes knew they were virgins and then they stood behind the prince who picked them.

“I don’t want to see it. Can you hack in and delete it or something?” “If I could, I wouldn’t be asking you this very embarrassing favor. Just open the texts and delete the thread. You won’t see the picture. I buried it with text.” “Okay.” Mom pulls the phone away from her ear. My heart is thumping and I’m pretty sure I’m just a ghost right now after I died of embarrassment. “It’s gone.” “Thanks, Mom.” “That’s something I never thought I’d have to do,” she laughs. “Especially not from you.”

I had already thought this over, “I want to know if my parents are still alive and if so, where are they?” “Your mother was a witch and your father, a vampire. Unfortunately, your parents were causalities in the war against the demon realm. Their bodies were never recovered so they aren’t buried anywhere, but I don’t want to give you false hope, I watched them die myself.” I took a moment to dissolve this answer. Tears already started to streak down my cheeks while I took a breath. “What is this war that you speak of? I haven’t heard of it.” I asked next. “You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.”