Armin Arlert Death Novels & Stories

I shudder in fear, and even the Lycans fall to their knees. Next to me, Armin goes rigid and falls face first into the grass, his body jerks spasmodically for a few seconds, and then he simply stops moving. Warriors appear out of the darkness, their eyes blank, blood streaming from their noses and ears, weapons hanging uselessly by their sides. I sink to my knees next to Armin and turn him over before I start to feel around for a pulse, but I know it's useless. There is no heartbeat. He died before he even hit the ground.

The Delyon Armaments boardroom was heavy. Not because of the air conditioning, which was always perfect, but because of the news that hung over the table. Hermann Richter. One of ours. Found dead in such a… visceral way. And with no trace of the perpetrator on any of the surrounding cameras. “A tragedy,” I said, my hands resting on the table, feigning a gravity I did not feel. Hermann was a replaceable fool. “A reminder of the dangers that certain… personal habits can bring.”

he asked with disbelief. But it was Jeremy who was more shocked. He squinted at Dennis. He couldn’t tell if Dennis’s reaction worried him more or that Arthur is dead. Why was he so confident Arthur was still alive when the whole thing is glaring right at their faces? He had no doubt the curse had happened the previous day which was Arthur’s thirty-fifth birthday. He however waved it aside and decided to focus on the issue at hand. “What do we do now…I mean what do we tell them…Maxwell and his cohorts out there?”

" Yes. Luckily he was wearing a Kevlar vest, hopefully the bullets didn't do a lot of damage. It was the Russians, they said they wanted to end Summit, for good." I sigh and nod. Reid is fine, not dead but also hospitalized and safe because he wore a Kevlar bullet proof vest. What happened to Gray? " And…" " Nick's dead Ariel." She says as she tries to muffle her tears. " No." " Yes. Nick's gone. It was a headshot Ariel. Carl died too. A lot of bullets were found in his body. I don't know what's going on, this is getting messed up." Oh no.

He summoned the flame serpent, then soared off into the heavens on its back. Just then, over at the house of Lars Harriet, the Minister of Defense, someone came rushing in in a hurry, calling out to Lars while he was in the middle of drinking some wine. "Sir, Keith Sackler is dead." The wine glass Lars was holding was hurled to the ground, shattering at once. Lars looked over at the man coldly. "What happened?" "He was murdered, along with more than half of his men." "Who did this?"

“Ackerman was one of them.” It hit like a punch to the gut. That was the head of security. Dead. Callum already had the car parked and we hopped in. It was still dark, very. He drove through the rocky paths and we got there in minutes, already seeing the alert crowd and bodies covered in plastic. They all looked up when they noticed my presence and the red in my eyes, shuffling away, all wearing solemn expressions. “What do we know?” “Arrows.” Callum pulled the plastic wrap off Ackerman’s pale body and I saw right where the arrow had merged with his heart.

he muttered lowly. "As?" Arley's voice cracked. “ANTHONY IS ALIVE!” I trembled in place, feeling my heart accelerate rapidly with every second. “Impossible, I killed him.” Harley contradicted. “The doctor proved that he is very much alive.” His eyes looked at me, and he walked towards me, grabbing me by the chin, and holding him tightly. “Let her go, Alaric,” ordered Arley. “Stay still, or I will kill you.” pointed the gun at him.

Gunter then straightened his body and raised his hand, silencing the entire crowd in just a moment. “Three years ago, when I stepped down from Glowmoss Foreign Legion’s position, I had been training my mind and body, isolating myself from the messy world. “Unfortunately, a while ago, I received terrible news. My good friend who was like a brother to me, Gareth Hornberg, was killed by Kaze Lee of Lilyrose. “So, I brought my disciple, Sonny, and others to Arcadia to help with Gareth’s funeral. I seek justice for him so that he rests in peace.

The Director says, “You are all alive, to the extent that you are, because the marked pair authorized a correction trade. You may hate the market. You may not pretend you did not benefit from it.” Arlen looks away. Mara does not. She watches me with the same hard treaty from the heat tunnel. Renn raises her voice. “He forgot the part where three died.” “I did not forget,” the Director says. “I accounted.” That is when Renn pulls the detonator. It is not one of the little field triggers from the heat exchange. It is a real detonator, heavy, wired, old-fashioned enough that even I understand it. Behind her, two residual fighters open their jackets to show explosive belts packed with shaped cha

"Anyway, Arabelle's father is dead." The game controller clattered to the floor. Lucia whipped around to face her, eyes wide with shock. "That's not true." "C'mon, Lucia, why would I lie about such a thing? I confirmed it. He's dead. Died overnight with no traces. Whoever did it, did a smooth job." "Dammit..." Lucia ran her hands through her hair, her mind racing. "Arabelle must be in a bad mood right now." "Here you go, lover girl." Nora's grin widened. "This is the right time to strike and kick-start our plan."