Danzo Death Novels & Stories

His forehead was covered in blood, which blended with the rain and smeared across his entire face. Eli stood apart from all of it. He didn't even cry as he watched the doors close. He just stood in the rain as he watched the whole cremation process. I floated in the air, taking it all in. I then looked at Eli—his face pale but still full of life—and at the space above his head. It was completely empty now. That damned countdown had vanished. I broke into a smile, thinking that it was truly wonderful. I was glad that Eli was still alive, as it meant that my death hadn't been completely in vain.

Shit, wasn’t that the whole premise of our last-ditch effort to get rid of Serafino? And Dante… he—No. I won’t accept it. Without another word, I drop my now-empty glass on the table and excuse myself. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” I hear Lara and Paolo, and several of our colleagues call after me, but my head is already spinning from the news. Certainly, I could send a group message later on with a proper apology. But I now try to process the news of Dante’s alleged death. But I can’t wrap my head around the idea… no, the fact that Dante was defeated by mere police officers.

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.

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.”

The buzzing roar of a bone saw echoed through the hallway. Kyle broke down right then and there. He glared at Marvin and the other interns with bloodshot eyes. "You killed my son!" The excitement on Marvin's face and the faces of the other three interns instantly vanished. They had finally realised they had just unleashed a disaster beyond anything they could imagine.

I rose to my feet, staring Felix down. After a while, a smile curled my lips. "I'll need to see how serious you are about this, Captain Chance," I said, calmly but firmly. "You're right. I did know when he would die, but I wasn't the murderer. And…" I paused before fixing Felix a solemn gaze. "And I'll die, but I want it to mean something." Then, I said no further. Felix didn't press for answers. Instead, he gave me a good, long look before leaving.