Asuma Death Novels & Stories

The crowd then screamed that she was dead. "DAMN IT!" Svarga nearly threw the laptop. He clutched his hair, his eyes welling up with tears. Liam's heart pounded as he witnessed this painful plot twist through undeniable evidence. "Assa didn't commit suicide; she was murdered," Liam said. "That means Assa's presence at that place wasn't accidental. Maybe she was targeted because she knew something." Svarga didn't respond, feeling an unsettling turmoil in his heart. Liam opened his phone and read the next message from Dhira.

Luna Rudina said tearfully. She hugged me tightly and showed me around the room. "This was the last picture Ashina took, three days before her death." My nerves were pricked by the image. She weirdly had the same clothes on the day she died. "Do you know how she died?" I asked immediately. "Not really, but she did commit suicide," Luna Rudina said tearfully. "It's okay, I know quite a little," Really," She wiggled me and sat me on the floor beside her. Luna Rudina scented really good too.

Darius pierced a dagger straight through the heart of Assorthan, ending his life. "Thea" Amber rushed forward and helped her up. "Are you alright?" Amber asked checking Thea for any visible injuries. "I am fine. Darius caught me before I could fall" Thea said. Darius got up from the ground as well. He hugged Thea tightly to him. Assorthan's body turned in to ashes right in front of everyone. Thea took a step back when everyone was observing the ashes of Assorthan. They formed a circle around dead Assorthan.

Asura didn't know that Rakhsasa could do that. "Are you surprised? Probably, yes. There's a reason why I can't die even though my whole body and flesh are torn apart. This is a gift from Lord Yama, the god of death. I will not be killed by all the elements and all the weapons. I will rise again and again and will hunt down those who wish to kill me." Suparnaka smiled as he spread out his hands. It was as if he wanted to boast about his gift. "Oh, that's so. It turns out that the culprit is old Yama. For some reason, I really want to pinch the head of that grinning God." Asura felt annoyed. He talked to himself silently.

Their suicides were media fodder for weeks. Once everything was resolved, April called DJ Burgman’s parents and let them know that DJ was no longer in danger. The Burgman’s didn’t ask questions. Instead, they cried, thanked us for saving their son’s life and invited us to dinner once they returned to town. April and I met up with them several months ago and had a very pleasant dinner. April and DJ text each other all the time. As predicted, April has settled into her role as an Assassin without a problem. We’ve even partnered up for missions.

He refused to believe it. "No! Team! Seth! Rose! Simon! Mags! Don't leave me! Please! Please—you can't die! You can't! Please come back to me! I can't afford to lose you guys!" Ash pleaded as he tried to go closer to their bodies, trying to hug them. But to no avail. His soul just keep on passing through them. The screams of sorrow, agony and pain had slowed down as the doctor came in. "Team. Seth. Rose. Simon. Alexander. Time of Death, 12:00PM. All of them didn't survive the mission in Wausau Wisconsin—"

“The suspect in the killings of 1023 people has turned himself in, Ares Coleman. Last week he was reported dead along with Achilles Coleman, due to an accident, when they fell into the cliff and the car exploded with the impact.” It feels like my world stopped for a moment seeing Ares alive, he still has some bruises on his face and body, and I don’t know why hope suddenly emerged in my chest. I’m sure it was Ares, because of the tattoo on his arms, but the fact that he was alive is giving me aspiration that maybe Achilles was alive too.

Antonio called through the smoke, his tone almost casual, as if this wasn’t the first time he’d come back from the dead. Alessio didn’t answer. His jaw was locked, his chest moving like he was breathing fire. Behind him, Noa gripped his arm, his knuckles white, whispering, “Alessio, that can’t be him. He’s dead. You saw it.” “Yeah,” Alessio said hoarsely. “I buried him myself.” Antonio smirked, stepping closer. His boots crunched over broken twigs and glass. “Guess you didn’t dig deep enough.”

Smoke and dust hung in the air, obscuring the remnants of the once formidable stronghold. Asmo, having teleported to safety before the detonation, returned to witness the aftermath of the cataclysmic explosion. The devastation was absolute, and the loss of his loyal assassins weighed heavily on him. The physical environment that had once been a bastion of security and preparation was now an eerie mausoleum, a grim testament to the merciless power of the conflict between Asmo and Satan.

"Mort Dmitriv Aslanov is confirmed dead." The news brought her gaze now far off, Sumire was engulfed in darkness and fell on the ground, losing consciousness. "Is this even possible?"