Danmachi Wiene Death Novels & Stories

Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life. The blacksmith stared out of the window of the moving bus before proceeding to spit outside. He was on his way to his parents where he would stay out of the reach of the demonic boy and the accursed house till things calmed down a little. After all, he had heard how Jason’s little witch brother was killed. The boy would be out for vengeance. That was one thing he could not deal with. He still remembered the day his wife traveled and he was in Jill’s apartment. Nobody was supposed to be home, not one. But the fool had come to Jill’s apartment, pushed open the damn without knocking, saw them naked and at eac

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

The name of the other two warriors was Dante and Mace. They had gone round the surrounding to check for any lead but they did not find anything useful. “ Yes alpha” said Trevor. “ Did you find anything?” asked Damian when they returned. “ No alpha” they replied in the mindlink. “ Let's go” said Damian as he turned and started walking to the car. It was obvious they were not killed there. Their bodies were dumped there. It was obvious it was the same people that has been killing wolves that were responsible for thses killings too. He thought of Marissa.

"Shelly, it wasn't supposed to be like this—" She thought I was dead. She thought she'd lost me, so she took her own life. I had killed her. "Alpha!" The Beta burst into the room, his eyes widening at the blood and debris. "What are you doing?" "She thought I was dead!" I looked up, my eyes filled with a desperate madness. "She thought she lost me, so she—" I couldn't finish the sentence. "Alpha, you need to calm down—" "CALM DOWN?" I let out a wild, hoarse laugh. "I killed my mate," I choked out, the words like acid in my throat. "I killed her with my own two hands."

We walked out of the bedroom into the home office. Matteo, Dante, Sloane, and Bianca waited for us. The room felt heavy with grief. Dante sat in a chair, staring blankly at the floor, he looked completely broken. "Dante," Nico said softly. Dante didn’t look up. "He stood right there, Nico. He let Massimo order the shot. He knew we were all in the house. He didn’t care if the building explodes and I die too." Bianca sat on the arm of Dante’s chair, her hand flat against his back. She didn’t say anything, which was unusual for her. She just held him.

Damien’s POV The moment my mate left the dining hall with Elena in tow, I lost the ability to stay calm. My emotions erupted, and I had to take long, drawn out breaths in order to calm myself down. I stood up, then stared blankly at the door for a couple of seconds before I started moving. I stood completely still, but within me, rage had already begun to claw through my body. Nyssa died. The thought slammed into my head again and again. She died. Not in a metaphorical way, or an emotional way, no, Adrian had actually killed her.

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

After that, I only had 30% of my life left, but it was time for Phantasm Life Claiming Attack to cool down again. We seemed to come to a deadlock, and we didn’t have much time. Just as I was thinking about how to end the battle as soon as possible, I heard a loud bang and a notice popped down the screen, “Dark Death used Disintegration Scroll and you lost 72, 571 HP.” Then, I saw myself and Phantasm die at the same time. Phantasm had a skill called Disintegration Scroll, also known as Suicide Bombers. That skill was used to blow up others, and the cost of the player's own life.

But for a regular wolf… One direct hit would overload their system, shutting down their heart in seconds… instant, merciless death. Damian turned the sleek tech gun over in his palm once, twice, as though testing its weight the way a butcher might appraise a particularly fine blade. The blue energy coil in the barrel pulsed softly, a cold heartbeat of light that promised agony tailored to the victim. He smiled, an indulgent, almost paternal smile and flicked his wrist. The weapon sailed through the air in a lazy arc.