Dance Of Death Novel Novels & Stories

He slurred and lightly shook his head, "You would've not been this much hurt right now." I released his hair and shifted in agitation as I stood up straight. Dizziness swarmed over my vision making my gaze fall on my arm to notice that the white material of the bandage is now all red, tainted with my blood. I ignored that as I pulled my gun out. Pulling back the safety, I pressed the barrel against his temple, "Now tell me, if I killed you, if you died, who is gonna give a shit, who is gonna cry over you, mourn you?"

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

My entire body lightly trembled as I watched Death rapidly descending the large set of stairs, not even wasting another moment as he so gently held her so vulnerable body close to his chest, his stiff and menacing posture now resembling to a lioness fiercely protecting its cub. “What did you do to her?” He seethed between gritted teeth, those midnight gems only turning even darker, my breath hitching in my throat as I widely stared back at him, already feeling like a sinner on the verge of receiving its punishment.

“Move in. Cut the lights. I want them to die in the darkness they created.” The van doors opened without a sound. The team slipped forward like shadows, breaching through gaps in the wire fence. Dante moved among them, every step on the cracked asphalt a declaration of war. The dark romance that had bound him to Leonard had found its most brutal outlet—protecting his blood through the very violence he had been taught. Inside, the stench of rotting meat and rust choked the air. Laughter echoed from the upper level—men drunk on the illusion of victory.

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

“What did you say? She’s dead? That’s impossible! This isn’t on me! I didn’t do anything! I just did what you told me, which was to take the locket and beat her up! Her death has nothing to do with me!” The officer’s expression grew solemn. He stepped forward and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto Lenny’s wrists. “No. You’re wrong. Our investigation shows that Daisy died from an internal organ rupture caused by excessive force. Maybe you didn’t intend to kill her, but her death is directly connected to what you did.” Lenny froze. Fear flooded his eyes. He understood better than anyone what it meant when they said an eye for an eye. That was why, no matter how reckless he usually was, he only e

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

"I’m Victoria Dean. I apologize for meeting you all under these circumstances. “But as a dancer, I want to show you that the most powerful performances don’t need elaborate embellishments. This dance has a real name. It’s called, the Unyielding Rose in the Rain.” I slipped off my coat, revealing a tattered red gown beneath it, and the white bandage wrapped around my ankle. "A rose blooming in the rain, who could ever bend its beauty?" Rising onto the tips of my toes, I leaped into the rain, the night sky embracing me like a vast, open stage.

The icy wind howled straight inside, unbarred. A half-broken sign dangled at the entrance: [4101.] That should be the one! I lifted my foot and headed right for the busted door. The moment I got close, an icy chill seeped up from the ground, boring straight into my bones. I shivered all over. The live chat is on fire. [Holy crap! The old lady’s walking straight into 4101! That’s the frost wraith’s lair!] [She's done for! That frost wraith was killed and shoved in a morgue freezer, so now she loves freezing people into ice statues. That’s the nastiest death ever!]

“You arrogant little bitch. You think you’re untouchable because of the Dance? I could snap your neck right now and tell King Sven it was an accident.” “Then do it,” I challenge, squinting my eyes at him. “Do it and let’s see if you survive the night because you seem to be forgetting that people participating in the Dance of the Dead are temporarily relieved from their slave or prisoner status. So do it, if you dare.” For a second, I think he might actually strike me right here in the hallway. His chest heaves, his veins bulging against his neck. But then, reality sets in. He knows he would be executed for killing a participant in the Dance of the Dead.