Danmachi Wiene Death Novels & Stories

“I need a drink.” Carlo moves to the bar and pours a round of bourbon while Damiano matches Dario’s bet. The two men stare at each other for a while before Dario adds another two chips to the pile. “Fuck you,” Damiano mutters as he bows out. Dario starts to laugh as he gathers the chips, which has Damiano demanding, “Show us your hand.” Dario turns the cards over, and it’s the shittest hand I’ve ever seen. I pin my friend with a dangerous look. “Do you want to die tonight?” Dario just shrugs. “It’s all about the poker face, brother.”

“Say, do you have a powerful smite spell as a priest or something poisonous that I can drink? I don’t feel like walking. Waking up in the church is quicker.” Surprised that Damian asked to be killed as a shortcut, Zen wondered if friendly fire was allowed. He did not have such spells or poisonous substances in his inventory. However, he had weapons on him that might do the trick. “If it works, it might hurt a lot,” Zen warned. “Close your eyes. I don’t feel good attacking another person, especially someone on my team.” Laughing, Damian beckoned for Zen to stab him in the jugular correctly. One good stab would send him right back to where he wanted to be.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

To only root right into Sera's neck and a scream leaves her lips as her blood trails down her neck. His last words repeating in her mind like a sin. The death wolf?

“I like it.” See what I mean? I swear they’re planning Amanda’s death with each step they take. “But seriously … who died?” Amanda chirps next to me. “Your encephalon,” Damion snaps. I catch his mischievous, confused glance and click my tongue at him — the universal signal for don’t engage the idiot. He nods, wisely. “You guys are no fun,” Amanda pouts, then struts away like she just slayed something. Good. Riddance.

Unfortunately, he was killed in less than ten days. However, he took down many of the Daemonium Sect’s disciples. After the Caelum Acmean was killed, the Daemonium Sect’s disciples gathered to heal their injuries. Saachi stood aside with her sword stuck into the ground. She folded her hands and coldly looked into the distance. At that moment, two figures appeared without a sign. Saachi immediately drew her sword and pointed it at James and Waleria. As soon as Saachi drew her weapon from the ground, the Daemonium Sect’s disciples, who were treating their wounds, stood up. They summoned their weapons and stared warily at the two people ahead.

They had just turned on the lights on their phones, but in the next second, the incandescent light above their heads lit up. “F*ck. It’s back on again.” “F*ck. I’ve really had enough of this place.” “Look, the Death Inquisitor has been here before.” Their gazes suddenly became sharp. On the table beside them, there was a black card with five large blood-red words on it. — Death Notice! Subject: Adolf (one-eyed man) Crime: murder Execution Date: May 6, 2021 Executioner: Death Judge — Death Notice! Subject: Warner (bearded man)

"She's okay. Waitressing. Got her own place." "Still mad?" Dominic asked. "Little bit," Maya said. "Mostly sad though. About Wrench. About everything." Wrench died in prison eight months back. Infection from his legs.It Never got better, got worse. By the time they helped him it was too late. "Think about him," Dominic said. "About all of them. Ghost. Reaper. Everyone." "Me too," Maya said. "Ever regret it?" Dominic asked. "All this? Picking me that night?"

At that same moment, Vienna’s eyes shifted in the same direction, as if their minds were moving in tandem. What remained of Stringmaster was horrifying. Her body, reduced to a grotesque, charred husk, lay motionless. The sight churned Arah’s stomach, but she wasn’t sure if the nausea was her own or Vienna’s. Maybe both. Stringmaster’s death was brutal but necessary. One less witch to worry about.