Cú Chulainn Death Novels & Stories

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

Heh- "But there are some shocking news too. Do you know any of his family members?" "They... They are all dead." "Ohh... I'm sorry about that." "What are the shocking news, doctor?" "The... um, his death... we couldn't have done anything at all for him even if there was a chance of him surviving." "What do you mean?" "His internal organs. They are gone." What'd he say? "Gone? To where? How?" "They... I presume they exploded." ...Say what now?!!!

Then I stuck the knife in the creature's eyes. A painful scream booms throughout the entire stadium. I heard it scream in pain again, and I discovered that an arrow was lodged in his second eye. Michael and Favour were also damaging it from the bottom, while Manuel's chain spike wasn't left out. I retrieved my knife from its eyes and stood there watching as Favour slammed his shield into his face before slicing its neck with his blade.

"Don't you trust me anymore, Declan? Of course, that's not all there is! In fact, I don't think he should die! Why should he when he killed Duke but before Duke died, he managed to cut off his hand directly from his shoulder? Or isn't that what happened, Declan?" Declan's brow rises for a second but it soon drops back as he understands what Lucien is implying and he can't help but grin. "Of course, Lucien! Charles killed Duke, the successor of the Douglas family! None of us knew it even happened! And it never happened in this hospital! Now, he will have to pay the price for killing such a high figure!" Lucien sneers. But it only lasts for a second as he turns to look at Juliet and sees the m

"Let me show you some of his first acquisitions. Then you can tell me if you believe in him as much as you do now. He's not who you think he is, and not fit for you either." "I don't want to hear anymore." Holly turned away. "Quix is Quix, and nothing you say will change that." "Then, let me show you," Death snapped his fingers and a globe appeared in his hands. Inside it was Quix wielding his scythe, and killing as he strode through a crowd. There was no pause, there was nothing but a deep laugh coming from the man she knew so well. "Quix," Holly whispered as she reached out. This couldn't be him. But the eyes that sparkled as he reaped the souls, those were his.

It also was ruled out as an accident, because the glass broken was an 8mm-thick tempered glass. “Moreover, the first respondents said that the room he came from was a warzone—as if he had a mental breakdown before jumping.” Charles knew that he could’ve did that by himself for he had the strength, but he was not the type to do so. He also knew that, even if he had some sorrow for his death, the whole world already found out his hidden truth. Like the same instance that happened with Leopold, out of the two blue flashes of a lamb’s shaking tail, some unknown person released Alana’s transcript record of all the dark and illegal things he did. Charles would’ve shed a tear if not for the real in

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“I know that, freedom is important to me. But death, is too far.” “You don’t even know this person, hundreds of people die every day because of the assassin guilds. Haven’t you noticed the lack of people on your adventures?” Lya rose from the bed, striding gently towards her friend, placing her cold palm onto her shoulder. “It’s not like people just disappear, your citizens kill them.”

Jeffery's tall frame shuddered as he said in disbelief, "You killed Guillermo?" Sheena sneered. "If you don't believe it, Elder Jeffery, why don't you go to Chetvine yourself and confirm if that's Guillermo's corpse? Not only is he dead, but the Cavendish family's Cormac came to Chetvine to rescue someone and ultimately left unwillingly.

"It's fine. It won't be a duel of some sorts. The other Night Hallows can live. Chaol, on the other hand, needs to die." "He is the Lord of the Night Hallows. The Night Hallows won't be too happy if they'd see their master dead. The seeds have not bloomed yet and therefore, we cannot make any potion that can potentially be our only weapon against them." "We don't need the poison. If Chaol dies, then every Night Hallow would under his name would die." Taking a step back, he stared at Robynn with a frightened look on his face. "W-What..?"