Danzo Death Novels & Stories

“You really think you’re in a position to make promises, Marco? Take a look around. You’re not in control here.” I gritted my teeth, rage boiling under my skin. “Don’t test me, Danzo. You think I’m going to let you walk out of here? You’re already dead. It’s just a matter of how painful you want it to be.” Danzo laughed again, his voice cutting like glass. “Oh, Marco. Always so dramatic. So righteous.” He shook his head, his grip on Sarah tightening as he leaned closer to her. “What do you think, sweetheart? Should I put him out of his misery first? Or would you like to say goodbye properly?”

we are here. I opened doors at the same time Vince did it too. Three kids. Two boys and one girl was laying on the ground under shrub even if it was impossible to say who was who, only long girls' hair and clothes managed to put away a veil of unknowing. Their bodies were dry they looked like mummies. On their faces were frozen smiles. My poisons made their death feel like heaven because of that they died with a smile on them and it froze even after death. One more gift to a death god...he was there...he knew it that I will break...and he was angry that I waited so long. And he will be angrier about what I will do. -"Make a cross" Vince looked at me surprised. "No, make three crosses and pu

Brandon had not expected me to catch him. Off-balance, he stumbled back even further than I had, his foot slipping dangerously close to the cliff's edge. Clutching my hand, tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Darling, don't let go! I beg you, I don't want to die!" I could not help but laugh at his pitiful state. "Fess up. Were you trying to kill me?" Brandon would not confess, shaking his head frantically. "No, my love! You have my word, I had no intention of killing you. It was all a joke!"

Cassian inquired. "No," Darren replied. "But…" "But what?" Cassian asked quickly. "Well, before that young man died, he was also dancing. According to his mother, it was the same kind of dance Tate did before he died." "Oh?" Cassian's eyes glinted thoughtfully. Darren continued, "Those people who died for no apparent reason all seemed to have danced before their deaths. It's very strange." "It really is strange," Cassian echoed. He'd never heard of anyone dancing right before they died.

"Your fated began his hibernation period" Dango began "when king demons are about to die, they first go into hibernation of which during that period they can be saved or not but as I have told you, your actions has cost the quicker death of your fated. I think it is better you watch him fade away." Dango explained. "No!"Evelyn screamed as a tear trickled down her cheek "I killed him?" "You let him die"replied Dango decisively.

I wasn't looking for grief; I was looking for the future. When the last of the soil was thrown, and the priests had finished their hollow blessings, the crowd dispersed. They bowed to Dante, then they bowed to me lower this time, with a fear that was finally flavored with respect. They knew what had happened at Pier 12. They knew the "Golden Prince" had outplayed a Syndicate and outlived a Don. "He died hating the world he built," Dante said, his voice a low vibration that barely carried over the rain. He was looking at the fresh engraving: VINCENZO MORETTI - THE LAST BUTCHER.

Jonathan screams hysterically, frustrated by all the terrible things that are happening. "Aaaagggh ..." Thalia shouted. They went straight to her. "What happened?" "Da ... Daz ..." Daz's condition is truly dire. Now his whole body was completely blistered. Daz died, he was impossible to save. They were speechless, the fear they felt was already at its peak. Thalia sobbed, Jonathan had to lose his best friend and captain. Owen and Dante were limp, even though they were shocked by what had happened to Cornelius and Daz, they still tried to hold back their fear.

He looked up as I loomed overhead and I saw for the first time who it was. I frowned. “Is that Vasily Kutziyez?” “I’m afraid so.” I gazed with unabashed curiosity at the World Latin American Dancing Champion who had become such a familiar face on television. There is always a moment of internal silence when you are in the presence of death. It is a reminder of your own fragile mortality. “How did he die, Professor?” “Drowning, by the look of it.” Stephen Baker replied. DI Silver stood up and peeled off the gloves. “Better get him out of here before the rain comes.”

Dante grabbed Kozlov’s wrist. Twisted hard. The knife clattered across the floor. They slammed into the wall. Punches. Elbows. Savage blows. Kozlov was strong for an old man. But Dante was faster. Stronger. And furious. He drove Kozlov back. Wrapped an arm around his throat. Locked the choke. “This is for Catarina,” Dante growled. Kozlov clawed at his arm. Gasping. “Your family…” he choked. “Already dead.”

Delldora then stood up, picked up the incoming call on Hana's cellphone while walking a little away from Hana. Delldora spoke for a long time before he finally came back to Hana. Without saying much, Delldora hugged Hana's body and whispered in the girl's ear "Zanza.. is dead.." Hana's body instantly froze after hearing Delldora's words. She was silent for a moment, before her body shook violently. Zanza.. died?