Danzo Death Novels & Stories

he explains to the best of his knowledge. Dino frowns, "could it be his men killed him?" He wonders a murmur. "It could be but we can't be certain. With the way he is tight on the bed, I'm pretty sure he was killed when having sex" he explains. The anger inside of Dino dies at the realization there isn't any Wendigo to make their lives difficult any more. The wave of satisfaction and achievement rushes through him, his lips form a smile of victory "Let's go and celebrate, it's done" he announced and left the room.

Hanzo fell down on his knees with loud sound as his terrified wide eyes remained glued at Elena’s ugly ghoul face ‘AAHhhhh….irrr….iirrr….sshhhhhhh’ he tried but no words came out from his mouth except stream and stream of his own fresh warm blood…which had already stained his white long braided beard and his designer looking gown. ‘THUD’ with another loud sound his old yet heavy body fell down on ground Elena hovered on top of him as Mr. hanzo took his final breath and a visible black smoke evaporated from his lip’s…

Nico was dead. At least, that’s what everyone had believed when the body had been found. His fall had been swift, precise, and calculated—exactly how Dante preferred to handle his enemies. A bullet to the head. No fanfare. No witnesses. Just death. Nico had underestimated him, and now he was paying the ultimate price.

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.

As I washed, I started singing louder, because why not. “And if I die tonight… make sure Zach Romano dances on my grave… or don’t bother showing up at all~~~” “Dance on your grave, huh?” “Holy shit!” I yelped, spinning around, eyes wide. And there he was. “You can’t just appear like some mafia ghost, Zach! I could’ve had a heart attack, and then you’d be stuck paying my hospital bill!” Fucking Don Cosa Nostra, standing there with damp black hair dripping across his temple.

the man said and Mireille was sure he was making the video. "A lot of people would be happy at your death, Dante Romano. You are not supposed to grow so powerful to the point you grew up to. And good news? No one will ever find out I killed you so none of your alliances in and outside of the country will be able to come after me for getting rid of you." he laughed. "Just fucking kill me already!" Dante groaned. "Yeah, at the count of five." Mireille heard the other man say and she shook her head repeatedly.

Danton was still holding on and forced a smile as he said, "I will kill that guy when I get better." However, as soon as he finished speaking, the world around him went dark. Danton thought the lights had been turned off. He yelled, "Who turned off the damn light? Turn it back on!" He could no longer stand firmly. He shook and began to bleed from every orifice. He looked terrifying. "What's wrong with me? I feel so dizzy. I—" Danton collapsed on his back before completing his sentence. His legs stiffened, and he died. Violet's eyes widened. She could not believe what had just happened in front of her.

"Now!" No one dared oppose him. The doctor arrived swiftly. After a brief examination, he shook his head. "Hypothermia. She passed about 60 to 72 hours ago." "That's impossible!" Carlo shouted. "I only kept her locked up for three days! How could she have died that early?" I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "Your beloved Benedetta did this. She gave you the final push and made my death possible," I wanted to tell him, but the words died on my lips.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

“F*ck! You don’t want to live anymore? I still want to live! F*ck you! I’ll kill you!” Ajay and Madeleine were instantly enraged, and the blood vessels on their faces bulged out. Fortunately, Weston was there to stop them, or Gardner would have been in trouble. “Quiet down. Do you want another person to die?” At this moment, Gardner looked at Kanasan’s body. He sneered and said, “Kanasan is the one who lies in the coffin. The Death Judge didn’t say that the one who lies in the coffin must be alive. Most importantly, we now have ten hands.”