Armin Dies Novels & Stories

The figure lifted its head, the hood slipping back just enough to reveal a familiar jawline and a flash of storm-gray eyes. I stared in shock; My breath hitched when our eyes met. “Prince Arineth,” I whispered. “Death is an easy punishment for you, Lyrielle,” he said in a low, threatening tone that made me wonder what he meant, but before I could ask any other questions, I felt my vision darken, and the blackness swallowed me whole.

Lumiére felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he awaited an explanation. "What happened...?" Lumiére inquired, his voice tinged with both curiosity and concern. Arin let out a heavy sigh, his expression reflecting the weight of the recent events. He walked further to the bed, his footsteps echoing softly on the floor, until he stood at the foot of Lumiére's large bed. "You were attacked," Arin began, his voice carrying a solemn tone. "I'm not sure who they were or what their motives were, but before we could intervene, they took their own lives."

Arman wanted to cry because of the realization that his life became one big survival game. When the announcer declared the beginning of the match, Arman didn't waste any more time. He charged forward and threw the first punch. His friend's lip quickly bled. That's when his friend realized that Arman wouldn't think twice about killing him. As the crowd became louder, Arman focused on his opponent. He forced himself to forget about all the time they bonded. He had no other choice. The two of them fought hard. Arman even had a broken nose. But after three more minutes, Arman snapped his own friend's neck and killed him. He was trembling. It was the first time he ever fought in the arena. The fi

' Serena, stripped of my support, went bankrupt. This was her intended ending anyway, so I felt no pity for her. As for Lark, without the abilities I bought for her, she died at the hands of her stepmother. The system was ruthless to the core. Before she died, she told her she was only good with the gun because of the purchase I made. Her lips moved, but she never managed to even say the words, "I'm sorry." Still, I no longer cared for their apologies. Finally, the system transferred my last reward. Two billion.

But Arianna's enthusiasm was infectious, and soon I found myself grinning along with her. "Let's do it," I said, my voice full of excitement. And with that, our adventure began. As Arianna was about to move, a sudden pain shot through her body, causing her to collapse. The priest's expression turned grave, and he approached her with concern etched on his face. "The ritual isn't complete," he declared, his voice firm but laced with worry. "What's happening?" he asked, looking at the individuals surrounding Safe. However, they remained silent, their faces expressionless, leaving the priest to wonder what was transpiring. The silence was palpable, and the priest's concern morphed into fear. He

And I had no choice left to pay a visit to him. No one stopped me. Why would they even? It didn't matter to anyone, where ever I go. I sat back in my seat, resting my head on the window, gazing at the trees passing by, the streets the people, everyone had different emotions swirling inside of them. He left us, for a better place. ____ Arman is dead! he eventually had to die

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

He opened his mouth, but I didn’t care to hear whatever pathetic excuse he was about to give. "Never mind." **Bang.** The bullet tore through his skull, silencing him forever. His body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. For a moment, no one moved. The air was thick with shock, with the scent of blood and gunpowder. Then, slowly, I turned my attention to his men. They were surrounded. Armano’s men had arrived, just as I had planned. This was over before it even began. I spread my arms wide, my voice carrying through the space. "Anybody else?"

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.