Danmachi Wiene Death Novels & Stories

Kael roared and launched himself forward. He collided with two infected wolves at once, tearing through them with raw fury. Blood and fur flew as his jaws crushed bone. Damien became a blur of death, shadow-stepping through the horde, ripping out throats with surgical precision. Serena hurled explosive runes that detonated in brilliant violet bursts, incinerating clusters of attackers. But they kept coming. A corrupted witch screamed and launched a bolt of black lightning at Serena. She barely raised a shield in time. The impact threw her against a bookshelf. Damien appeared instantly, pulling her up while slashing an infected student who tried to grab her.

Get out I said as to the bitch but Instead she crawled out with her clothes in her hand making me smile. A cold shower to soothe myself after that I wore my robe and walked out. Damon I heard someone call and I knew instantly who it was,it was Micha my closet buddy,no one dare call me by my babe I would kill instantly I don't really have a heart . Anything I asked turning to face him. Two vampires and three Wolfe's where found dead close to the ancient coven of the witches and a note was attached to it he said.

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.

Liam looks at me, his gaze conflicted, but I nod, giving my mate a reassuring smile. [It’s the only way.] I state quietly into the link Liam and I share. [I know, Bells. But this feels wrong now that he is so weak.] I suppress a sigh at Liam’s words and close my eyes. [Either you kill him or he tries to kill us to claim me as his mate. He is a danger to our future now, Liam, and I won’t allow him to live long to harm us.] I open my eyes, watching Damon still struggle against Liam. Finally, my mate nods and closes his eyes before chomping down hard on Damon’s jugular and pulling back. The sound of flesh tears fills the quiet room, and Damon’s body drops to the floor, his bright red blood slow

Both Damien and Williams were badly injured because of the fight, but they weren't ready to give up. Williams had Pinned Damien to the floor and just before Williams could finally kill him, an arrow came flying from nowhere and it went into Williams' head directly.

Tomas muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. The cards were forgotten. This sounded important. “Damien was coming back from investigating a tip—turned out to be just a gorilla—but on his way back, he spotted a group of witches in the jungle. He mindlinked us. We showed up fast. Killed four. Captured one.” He paused. “But only for a little while…” Just then, we heard Quinn approaching. We quickly picked up our cards. Gael took the pot. Quinn stepped in with a fresh pitcher of beer and started clearing empty plates.

Breath count to 10, beating in face would just make me feel bad later, maybe. "For fucks sake, Mark we just put this together! My brother Canon just died! We are wolves, and live-in packs remember, it isn’t like we share information" Dane was on his feet shaking in anger, counting to 10 wasn't going to work for him either. He looks grief stricken. Canon was the youngest, and his only brother. They were always close. Dane has bragged about his brother since the day I met him. “Canon started putting it together. He was visiting his mate, when #14 happen.”

The bullet hit him square in the chest. Moretti staggered. His mouth opened, as if to speak. Then he collapsed. Dead. Silence filled the room. Sienna’s breaths came hard, uneven. It was over. Moretti was gone. She turned, her eyes locking onto Damien. He was bleeding, but standing. His expression unreadable. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then, finally— Damien smirked. “Not bad, cara mia.” Sienna let out a shaky breath.

* T⁠he w⁠ords were a death war‍rant or a declaration of absolu‌te​ sovereignty; there was no m​iddle ground a‍nym​ore. To her left, Julianna Vane s‌tood like an ice sculpture, h‌er weapon unmoving, a calculations-o‌b‍s‌ess​ed‌ matr‌iar​ch realizing sh​e had under‍es⁠tim‍ated a m‌ouse. To her⁠ ri⁠ght, blocking‍ th‍e​ only visible exit‌,⁠ stoo‍d Dam​ien Vane. He l‍ook⁠ed like an apoca​lyptic angel of death. The pristine whit⁠e line‌n of his shir‍t was ruined, soaked‌ through w⁠ith the fresh,‍ cri​mson blood of the Bratva mercenaries he ha​d dism⁠antled downstairs. The me⁠tallic scent of⁠ it​ preceded him, mixing unholily with the scent of old leather an⁠d Julianna’s expensi‍ve, floral perfume

A voice slid through my bones without touching my ears. “You were not supposed to do that.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Slowly, I turned. Nothing. Only darkness. The cold faded, but my nerves refused to settle. “That is enough horror for one night,” I muttered. I looked down. The Death card now sat in the exact center of the table. I had not put it there. The ink shifted. The word DEATH thinned and dissolved like smoke. New letters formed, slow and deliberate, as if written by an unseen hand.