Zenith Greyrat Death Romane & Geschichten

Greyson's POV I swear to God I saw my life flash before my eyes while I was choking. Never in my life I would have imagined that I will leave this planet in a lame way. I can see it now. Cause of death: choking secondary to inappropriate timing of questions If precious plan was to kill my whole family at the same time, she's doing a good job. "Grey Grey! Can you breathe now?" Sunshine's face was less than an inch away from my face. I can hear the worry and panic in her voice.

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.”

His mane is patchy, his antlers are cracked, and his tail is thumping against the dirt with such pathetic enthusiasm that I want to bite it off. Behind him, three more elders have materialized out of the blue foliage. Taz, who lost an eye to a griffin three decades ago and never lets anyone forget it. Merr, who chews on bark like it’s a pipe. And old Lok, who is so ancient his fur has gone white, and who has zero shame about rolling onto his back the second he sees a newcomer. They are all staring at Sienna. I growl and coming from me, the leader and Alpha, this is a sound that should send any rational Zareth scrambling for the trees.

It was almost comical to see them in utter awe of the Lieutenant, though there was nothing funny about the situation. I coughed and spat out bits of blood. Despite all my attempts, it would still come to this. I was still helpless. For the first time in a very long time, I felt despair, rage, and tears burn within me. I was so weak. So pathetic. I was going to die a disgraced, pointless death like my parents for daring to fight an Elite. It was a doomed venture from the start. Not even kind Hazel could save my skin this time. Lord Dover would make sure that anyone who even dreamed of hitting his brute son would be marked for a cruel execution. Gerald circled around me. “Get up,” he said mock

[Seraphine’s POV] The truth is, I didn't want to faint from exhaustion here. But what I just saw touched my heart. Cassian returned to Silverbrook Haven because something terrible happened there. "Death ... I saw so many deaths," I said with a trembling voice. Then I mustered the courage to glimpse into the future again, about what would happen if I let Silverbrook Haven be. [They will all die] [The black hole is rising again] [Cassian made the wrong decision]

asked Zenith. "What does it look like? Am here to talk to you" he answered still leaning on the door. He quickly pulled himself up from the door, giving her enough room to to open the door f9r them to move into the living room. "Zenith I see you've found your mate" he said, with an evil grin, plastered on his face. "I mean Dawney" he finally said "He's not my mate" she blurted out. "What if he is?" She gasps

by the sheer weight of a world that refused to be eaten. Silence fell over the Zenith City. I collapsed onto the Spire, the Crescent Key dissolving into grey dust in my hand, Lucian was back in my arms, his eyes closed in a deep, transformative sleep, he looked like a normal infant again, but his skin now held a permanent, faint shimmer of the violet diamonds. Koran and Kaelen fell beside me, both drained to the point of collapse, their auras mere flickers of their former selves. "Is it over?" Kaelen wheezed, looking up at the sky, which was now a beautiful, clear indigo.

Felicity braced herself to answer, “Chief Zabka, all of us are prepared to die the day we join Admiralporium. “To have died in the line of duty is very common. We’re also sad about Gary’s death, so the team has claimed his merit.” Randall’s gaze was murderous. “Felicity Lawrence, I’m giving you one last chance. How did my son die?” Felicity withstood the immense pressure. “Gary Zabka accidentally fell into Hell Doyen’s magic circle in the process of pursuing the latter and was killed by it…” “Really?” Randall chortled icily. His gaze was exceptionally dark. All of a sudden, the captain of the second division, Drake, walked out from the corner dragging someone who was soaked in blood.