Danzo Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He said, "But that doesn't matter, I killed her once, I'll kill her again. So, let him go." "You don't get it, do you?" Nikolas said, "The only thing I want now, is for you to pay, it doesn't matter who is gonna get hurt in the process, but as long as I am breathing and there is air in my lungs...I am, I am running out of things to say." At the last part, he loosened his arm from around me and both him and I bursted laughing. I ran my hand in my hair before I tapped my hand over his shoulder, "Ah, It was a good one."

Unknown to him, I had already passed through all those small tricks. I gripped the hilt of the soul sword tightly and braced myself as General Zod charged at me when he noticed that I wasn't going to move. General Zod brought his sword down on my head, a blow that was meant to kill me, and I quickly raised the soul sword to block it. Sparks flew out as our swords met, and I could see the looks of shock in General Zod's eyes as he saw how I countered his attack without shivering.

Kenzo replied in return with a meaningful look by Dissa. *** "Kenzo is planning something big. Cornelius knows too much about it," said Diki, opening the external memory on the phone in his hand. "Therefore, he was killed." Criss answered looking at Diki's handsome face. Diki holds the phone's external memory displaying one brand of that memory. *** "I know, what happened to you? They came to kill you, but killed the one you love. It's your wedding day," said Dissa and Kenzo turned to Dissa.

He crashed heavily into the entrance of Perfect World Group. The crowd was dumbstruck as Daiso lay lifelessly outside the door frame. “Woah!” The silence ensued for seconds before an uproar broke out. Daiso, the true master of the Kailan Clan whom Sieg had pinned his hopes on, was killed with a single slap. A slap should not be fatal enough to kill a man, much less a powerful man like Daiso. The crowd wondered if Kaze was a superhuman. The men with Daiso were horrified.

Not me stepping aside the thread itself moving so the strike hits nothing. "That is what happened in the first life," I say slowly. "When I died. The blade was not aimed at a thread. It was aimed at a body." I pause. "But if I had known how to move my own thread—" "You would have known it was coming before he raised the blade," Riven says. "Yes." I look at my hands. "Can I see my own thread yet?" I say. "Clearly enough to work with it?" "Can you find it?" he says.

she asked. "Soñar," She gasped again and smiled, "I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope Soñar gets repaid badly for his misdeeds," I let out a choked laugh and cleaned my tears, "Soñar is also dead. Dashiell killed him."

Isabella's POV I never believed that saying about your life flashing before your eyes when you're about to die. It always seemed cliché and stupid. But everything changed when I stood face-to-face with death, and my life replayed before me, both the good and the bad. --- One Month Later Xander Diaz, known as "the Draco," was killed in a shoot-out with the police. The most dangerous man in the city was gunned down. There has been no statement from his family, and the police urged citizens to celebrate this victory, claiming peace had been restored.

I decided to brush my teeth and take a quick shower, making a mental note to thank whoever had fixed me up once I was clean. Danzel POV: I was beyond angry. We hadn't been able to catch the rest of the men. I had managed to kill two of them in the alley, but the one we caught alive had swallowed a cyanide pill before my men could interrogate him. Because of that, I didn't have solid proof of who sent them, but I was almost positive it was Ethan. I paced aggressively across my office while Creed sat watching me. I usually hated being stared at, but I was too consumed by fury to care.

Even the oldest Sanchiano consigliere dropped to one knee, the gesture not of fear, but recognition. The family was no longer just Sanchiano. It was hers. Elsewhere in an unknown location a monitor flickered in the dark. Rain dripped outside the window of a centuries-old stone keep, where Donatello leaned back in a leather armchair, glass of Bordeaux in hand. De Marco stood behind him, the right half of his face still marked from the cathedral collapse, wrapped in gauze. They watched the funeral unfold in silence, until Talana’s final words echoed over the stream.

I wasn't sure what to make of it. “She's dead,” he said as he ran his hands through his hair. “Who's dead?” I asked with a confused expression. “Zoe”, I replied. Now, I was more confused. Why did he care? “Yeah, I know. Duncan killed her.” I said, remembering as she stared into my eyes before crumpling to the ground. I had long thought I had lost my ability to feel, but… “Do you know what happened?” I asked, still watching Lucas.