Danmachi Wiene Death Novels & Stories

Damien directly crushed Zayn's leg, he preferred slow death snapping the veins on their necks, disemboweled some organs, letting them die slowly and painful. Zayn groaned in pain his back full of sweat, he didn't want fight anymore. "Resisting is futile.. death is inevitable..." Damien wrapped his fingers around Zayn's neck elegantly, earning a scoff from him. "You'll get your retribution! You'll die an horrible death..." Damien chuckled, he wasn't dumb he could differentiate good from bad. The people he killed they didn't have one ounce of good in them, only black heart and vile mouths.

END OF THE SUCCESOR WAR ARC "We do not kill females, that is our code as ordered by our mistress Lady Melo." "Fine! Give me the crossbow," he grabbed one of the ladies' crossbows and shot an arrow that ripped through Alicia's stomach. As they dissipated, in all the pain and anguish Alicia threw one last look at Daito, and she was met with black cold-blooded eyes that stared back at her with no remorse as she cried her pain out loud. She was left for dead, bleeding our

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

"This is our fresh start, right?" I lifted my glass, smiling just enough to convince him. "Yeah, this is our new beginning. Drink this, and everything that came before… will be over." The wine was laced with a double dose of muscle relaxant and neurotoxin, and Damiano never questioned it even for a second. He cradled the glass in both hands, as if performing some sacred rite. He threw his head back, and the wine was gone in one swallow. "To us," he said.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

Yet, he knew better than to question his method cause it was deemed to be pretty working every time. “So, did he say about his location?” He queried further, adjusting to his seat and easing his shoulders into the backrest. Damon was back from the basement and was now chilling with Davien in the foyer. He had already emptied two canned beers while his twin was done smoking his last stick of cigarette. “No.” Damon sighs dejectedly, rubbing his thumb to his chin with his brows narrowed tightly. “He died before I could even ask.” He lost a lot of blood, and the doctor couldn’t do anything about it this time. Apparently, he went too much for cutting off his scrotum, and before he could clip the

Brynn rubs the back of her neck. I offer her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure my room isn’t far from yours.” To answer, Madame Aldine begins walking again. “This way.” After shooting Brynn one more encouraging look, I follow Madame Aldine down the hallway across the landing. A tapestry stretches across a good half of the wall, its vibrant colors telling a story about a battle involving dragons, werewolves, and… I get closer. A man holds a woman in a gown in one arm, her eyes closed and her hand pressed to her forehead in distress. He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp.

' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulling Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold onces. 'Please, at least I don't want to die by the hands of the character I made myself'

because there was only one person I knew who had the characteristic of shooting the opponent's head precisely. “Who killed that bastard?” I asked impatiently. Franz was seen swallowing his saliva with difficulty. “It was Miss Damelza who killed the Alpha Wind Pack and burned down the pack house.”

Adams revealed, his voice heavy with a mixture of resignation and anguish. "Who is Vincent, and where can I find him?" Damian pressed, his desire for vengeance simmering beneath the surface. A smile played on Adams's lips. "Vincent is already dead, and it was by your hands. The black wolf." "He met a far too merciful death," Damian stated, unsatisfied with the swiftness of his kill. He yearned for Vincent to suffer more. "So, what will you do now? Return to a house filled with treacherous wolves conspiring against you, plotting to claim your life?" Damian mused.