Danzo Death Novels & Stories

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.

I felt the weight on my chest vanish abruptly, replaced by a heavy thud as Danzo’s body crumpled onto me. My eyes shot open. His face was inches from mine, but it wasn’t the smug, victorious expression I expected. His mouth hung slightly open, frozen in shock. A clean, dark hole marred the center of his forehead, and blood trickled out in slow, sinister streams. Danzo was dead. I shoved his lifeless body off me with every ounce of strength I had left, gasping for air as I sat up. My heart was pounding in my chest, but it wasn’t relief I felt—it was confusion, disbelief, and something dangerously close to fear.

Lorenzo's gaze grew deeper, more focused. "Are you still thinking about him?" he asked suddenly. "Who?" "The man who didn't deserve you." I was silent for a moment, then shook my head. "You don't have to think about dead men." "Dead?" "To me, Colter is dead," my voice was flat, stating a fact. "He died the moment he chose to protect someone else instead of me." Lorenzo nodded, not pressing further. But I saw the look in his eyes. It was softer.

He hit me a full 223 times. I had no power to fight back and could only watch the blood ooze from my lower body before I finally died of excessive blood loss. After confirming that I was dead, he picked up a saw beside him and sawed off my head. The sound of flesh and bones being torn apart by the saw teeth was sharp and piercing. The ground was covered with my blood. 'Connor, I was in so much pain,' I thought. However, Connor touched my thigh the next second, and my breathing paused instantly.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

I am the woman who handed Domenico the fuse and watched him refuse to light it, and I am running now to light it myself. My hands are steady. They are the steadiest part of me. The rest of me is shaking, a fine tremor that runs from my shoulders down to my knees, but my hands on the page are still. I read the code again. I read the initial. I read the date and the authorization line and the signature that ties Don Tobia Armenise to the death of his own nephew, and I close the ledger and hold it against my chest and I breathe.

Daniel lowered his gun slowly and turned back. Behind him, Nacho straightened, his gaze lingered briefly on the almost lifeless body. Blood was oozing out of Jovanno... He was struggling but Daniel left him to suffer till his last breath as he deserved a punishment way more cruel than this. Jovanno's eyes somehow flickered toward Nacho again. "Y-You set me u-up..." he muttered hoarsely. Nacho didn't pay a ear to whatever Jovanno was trying to utter on his deathbed. He carelessly shifted back to Daniel who was a few steps ahead.

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.