Anko Death Novels & Stories

Aurora said and Cindy groaned "Oh gosh...she's dumb" She mumbled "I'm coming in" Aurora tried again "Are you insane?! I said who are you?!" Cindy yelled and pushed her out again Aurora bite her lips "And who are you? Door keeper? Anyways,I am Aurora,Anna's best friend,happy now?" She asked "How come she never told me anything about you?" Cindy asked "So who are you?" Aurora asked "Cindy,her childhood friend and also her best friend" Cindy said proudly

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

I checked my email as I drank my water and looked at the list Jack had sent me. Roger Goodman Neil Black Ashley Grant Kade Kominski Charles Huxman I knew four of them. Everybody knew me as Blake Cannon. It was my most active persona. Jack had been awesome, he had sent pictures and last known details of the five hitmen and the number of declines on my contract. Sixty-eight people had declined to kill me. I had mastered the art of distrust at a very young age even though I knew a lot of people in the same line of work, I still kept to myself. Jericho was an enigma to most.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

Anderson gave each of his teammates a file containing all information about the victims. They were looking at the files thoroughly while Mr. Anderson continued explaining the case. “Secondly, about the killing style. The killer first kidnaps his victims and then tortures them until they die of starvation.” “So it means that he doesn't actually kill them himself. He just tortures them and lets them die on their own!!!!” The youngest mumbled in a confused expression. “But that doesn't change the fact that he is the killer. Because those men died because of him. If it wasn't for him they wouldn't have died in the first place. He didn't kill them directly, he still killed them indirectly.” Said

A sob escaped Leonardo’s mouth, and shaking her head, mom smiled “Dante, Nicolas, and Alessandro, enough torment. I did not mate a monster, and my sons are no barbarians that carry the devil’s blood. Get this job done, and take his corpse wherever you want it to be buried, and in respect to the soul that he had in his body, no matter how tainted it is, I want him to have a grave. No D’Angelo, aside from the snake dies with no grave, and even he, I will be merciful enough to ask you to give him one. We do not deal with such filth anyway, and usually filth is buried underground to at least benefit something in the future” She walked out of the basement without saying a word, and shaking my hea

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking. “Zane,” Arkyn says, his voice sharp. “Is there anything else we need to know? Anything you’re not telling us?” Zane swallows hard, his hands shaking again. “There’s more … but I ... I don’t—” Before he can finish, his body jerks violently, and his eyes roll back in his head. He collapses to the floor, convulsing, his body thrashing as red foam starts to bubble at the corners of his mouth.