Danzo Death Novels & Stories

Swiftly swinging his swords, he managed to slash two deep cuts into the Forerunner’s stomach, causing its blood to splatter all over the place. He even ended up being drenched in blood. The Forerunner fell to the ground and was unable to get up at all. It let out a sad wail before taking its last breath. The chubby man was Gordon Gutierrez, but he had an elegant nickname within the Flying Eagles, which was Danseur. With just one attack, he managed to get the first kill. Danseur randomly posed in a dance position. “Hehe! That’s not that bad. It’s not even as durable as those wolf demons back in the boundary.”

**DANTE** The funeral was a circus. Every major family in the region showed up to pay respects and assess the power vacuum. I stood beside Alessandro in the front row, a visible claim that the alliance held even in death. Nico watched us from across the casket, murder in his eyes. "He's going to kill me the first chance he gets," Alessandro whispered. "He'll have to go through me first." "That's what I'm afraid of." The service dragged on. When it was Alessandro's turn to speak, his hands shook so badly I thought he might drop the paper. But his voice came out steady.

Dante seethed. Aldo sighed and got on his feet. Dante’s gun followed his head – while Dario didn’t forget to glance at Aldo’s hands. He wouldn’t be surprised if his own father kills him for betraying him. “What mistake of mine did I put on your shoulder, Dante?” Aldo calmly asked the man behind him before he slowly turned around to face him. Dante narrowed his eyes accusingly, “Zeta died because of you, not me.” “You shot her.”

“My dearest ones: If you are reading this, it is because I am no longer here. And because the time has come for you to know the final truth. I regret nothing. Not the lies, nor the truths, nor the mistakes. Everything brought me here. Everything brought me to you. But there's something I never told you. Something I kept to myself until the very end. Dante didn't die of a heart attack. He was murdered. It was Riccardo Fontana. Di Stefano's partner. The man we thought was in prison, but who escaped years ago. I saw him. He was there, the night Dante died. I saw him fleeing through the garden, a black rose in his hand. I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want you to suffer. I didn't want revenge to

Dante grin, “Ouch. That’s pretty mean. I thought you would miss me? In fact, wasn’t you the one who seduced my sister and killed her just to get us to lower our defence?” Nico grimaced at his words. A part of him whimper at the memories of his true mate who died protecting him. His beloved Sanja. How she had pleaded him to leave his pack and run together but his loyalty to his King was greater at the time so he chose to abandoned her and fought against his kind. “I never meant to kill her. I loved her. It was you who had made me do it. She tried to protect you!” He growls. Dante tilted his head to the side in an annoyed manner with a frown but a confident smile still carved his lips.

The red searchlights from the approaching fleet were blinding now, turning the mist into a thick, scarlet soup. "Julian died in the purge of '06," Dante hissed, his voice trembling with a jagged, defensive rage. He grabbed my wrist, his thumb pressing so hard against the drive that I felt the circuitry bite into my skin. "The Regency verified the somatic death. This is a trick. A Sovereign psych-op designed to break the bridge."

There was no body. The forensic doctor walked up to me with the report, trembling and afraid to look up. "Don... after DNA comparison, the blood on the ring... is confirmed to be the Donna 's. In an explosion of that magnitude in a confined space, combined with the subsequent fire... total incineration is... the only explanation." I took the thin piece of paper. I knew every letter, but strung together, I couldn't understand them. Total incineration? I suddenly laughed out loud.

“You arrogant little bitch. You think you’re untouchable because of the Dance? I could snap your neck right now and tell King Sven it was an accident.” “Then do it,” I challenge, squinting my eyes at him. “Do it and let’s see if you survive the night because you seem to be forgetting that people participating in the Dance of the Dead are temporarily relieved from their slave or prisoner status. So do it, if you dare.” For a second, I think he might actually strike me right here in the hallway. His chest heaves, his veins bulging against his neck. But then, reality sets in. He knows he would be executed for killing a participant in the Dance of the Dead.

I knew Noreen would pray so hard to be his victim. I don't know why but my heart raced as well. ‘Please don't let it be me,’ I said inside my head really fast. Please let him choose somebody else. Danzo got up really slowly, stretched his neck, and was looking the circle over like a hunter choosing his prey. His glance passed over a couple of faces, Noreen's, that of girls he didn't know but then looked at me directly. "No..." I murmured under my breath.He hadn't even wound up his step and was already heading over to me when the crowd started to go wild with excitement.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.