Anko Death Novels & Stories

he laughs, as his grip on my neck tightens. A pain shoots up my spine and settles in my neck. I just see red. Whenever an opponent actually gets to hurt me, I just see that bastard who beat me all those years. And now, I can more than visualize my revenge. *Come on son, you got this punk,* Doze says, over mind-link. It’s the Alpha’s order that nobody mind-links me during a fight. Apparently he’s the exception though he’s never done it before. It instantly annoys the hell out of me.

(Didi) Crac. I look emotionlessly at my Family Leader as the lifeless body collapses before me. My hand, arm, and the right side of my face received the spray of blood from my victim as I pulled the blade out. I only had to stab my knife once. This surgical gesture, repeated countless times since my early childhood, is the reason I hate what I become as soon as I get home. Tender childhood? Let me laugh. There was never anything tender about the Bonani childhood.

He smiled, and I walked over to Slasher. I kicked him in the butt, and he turned around pissed. I smiled, and he lightened up before throwing his arm on my shoulders. "Took you long enough to get down here." I hit his arm playfully. "Hey, you're the one that sucks at giving directions." He just ruffed up my hair and turned back to the guys. "You all remember Cobra right? Cobra, this is Hash, Flame, Blade, and Twist." I held back laughter at their names. I mean, mine isn't much better but still.

He could believe that Caleb would gain the ability to punch above his weight, but punching above his weight while also killing instantly? Caleb smiled faintly in turn. "Yorba Danmel, Tobek Zangief, Zahn Nispark… I will bury you and your friends right here!" Bang! A five foot-long ancient bronze coffin appeared right beside Caleb just then! Clang! The lid on the coffin opened audibly and slowly just then, revealing a darkness within that was no different from the abyss. Yorba, Tobek, Zahn, and their respective patriarchs felt their hearts skipping a beat seeing such an eerie sight, unable to smile…

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

Only an hour had passed by, but my feet were killing me and I was tired of putting on a fake smile. I was now standing in a small circle surrounded by three other couples. They were the future Alphas of their own pack, but they seemed to be only slightly older than Nathan. Ben and Krista were the next for the Blackmoor Shade Pack, John and Angela next in line for the South Shade Pack, and Daemon and Liz inherit the Thornton Shade pack.

And I almost swallowed all my saliva when I saw Albus' body that was now decomposing and smelling so bad. I held on tightly to the bedsheet of the hospital bed. I was so scared, that was the truth. But despite struggling to stare at the evil spirit, I had to fight the fear to let him know he could not frighten me. But I was beyond shocked when I realized he was not a bad spirit because ... He was a Grim Reaper. The man in front of me now is very posture with his dark coat overlaid with a black cloak and black all over. He's even wearing a black Pandora hat.

Tsk! @DeathWish

I say, pulling on my power and Drake’s as well, letting the power and light flow through me. “I, Leana Holstin, Guardian of the Realm, Councilmember to the supernatural world, and mate to King Drake Cazien do sentence you to death for your crimes,” I say and blast the room with my light. The vampires screech and hiss as their bodies dissolve into dust.

Her posture was relaxed enough to make it seem as though she were comfortable here, but not so relaxed as to make it known that her guard was down. ‘I do.’ I replied, ‘That’s Annika Antonov, leader of the Russian Lycan camp. I’m not going to lie, it’s a bit terrifying that they’re all in on whatever he’s got going on. If Phineas has this many powerful people on his side, how will we ever stop him?’ ‘We’ll figure it out together.’ Nox promised, and I believed him. Annika flicked her umber curls over her shoulder as she carefully surveyed the two men. She began tapping her stiletto shaped nails on the table, drumming up a calm beat that interrupted Phineas and Gideon’s quiet chatting.