Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

Adrian, who was healing his injuries at the Fifth Mountain Plaza in Grandiuno Sacred Land, suddenly looked up at the sky. The next moment, his face changed drastically. "Hea— Heaven's weeping blood, indicating the fall of a half-immortal?!" With a shocked expression on his face, Adrian immediately activated his divine sense and carefully sensed the anomaly in the sky. After a moment, he forced out the words. "Darius is dead!"

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

he said as he threw his wallet's contents onto the bed. Darell got up from bed and ran his hands through his hair. Kiara, who had been placed in yet another tragic situation, collapsed to the ground and sobbed. Without even batting an eye, Darell slammed the door shut and left the room. When Darell got his car back, he hesitated to start it. To clean Kiqra's cum off his pants, he pulled out a tissue. His thoughts kept returning to the vampire he had met the previous evening. He struggled to accept the fact that his partner, who had been presumed dead, was still alive.

They needed to have a serious talk. “Got it,” Ariana said triumphantly and also saw missed calls and text messages from her brother. She quickly lowered the phone. Caddaric rolled the tail of the belt around his fingers, while the metallic part hung low. Anna was moved with pity for Dario. Caddaric wanted him to die a painful death. Without warning, he struck Dario on the head with the metal of the belt and blood began to ooze out, as pain spread through Dario’s body from his head, blending with the pain in his arms.

I could finally clear my thoughts of every revenge and hatred I had bottled in for a long while. Alaric was gone. He was killed during the attack. Darius gave him a chance to surrender and face the consequences of his actions but he had pronounced outrightly that he wouldn't be taken alive. The final blow was eventually delivered by Darius himself. A clean, brutal end for a man who never knew mercy. The council had declared the matter closed, and the werewolf world turned a new page.

Bridget said offensively while I was still thinking of a way to appease Darius. Bridget pulled me and urged me to leave him in the cell. I was confused as we hadn't gotten what we came for. I followed her reluctantly. "Schraff!" Darius yelled as we were about to get out of the cell. We both turned back at once and he shook his head pitifully. "I have no choice. That's the only man that can get your job done. Schraff!" he repeated. Bridget and I exchanged glances. We were so confused by the name he just mentioned. Schraff was a very popular assassin but he had been dead for years.

DAISY "Something important?" I patted Grayson's shoulders gently, motioning him to drop me back to my feet. Quietly, he did so and we both faced Luxuria. "Well, the autopsy has been performed" Luxuria informed and I felt my knees go weak slightly. "It... It has?" I stuttered out, suddenly finding myself nervous to hear what what the results were. "Yeah" Luxuria affirmed. "And the results? Was Romero killed?" "Yeah, he was" Luxuria rose to his feet.

Silence settled briefly between them. Then Kieran stepped forward. “How are you feeling.” Darius let out a quiet breath. “Like I lost a fight with death and only half survived.” Kieran gave the faintest hint of amusement before it faded again. “That sounds accurate.” Darius leaned his head back slightly against the pillow exhaustion still visible in every movement he made. “You should have left me there.” Kieran’s gaze hardened instantly. “No.” “I nearly got everyone killed.” “And you would have done the same for me.”

It was a quiet, devastating closure, a dismantling of a life that had been built on a fragile, ultimately false, premise. The weight of it all settled on her shoulders as she walked, each step heavy with the loss. It wasn't just the loss of Earnest, the man she had loved. It was the loss of the future she had meticulously planned, the dreams she had nurtured, the very identity she had forged in the crucible of their relationship. She had been a confident, secure woman, secure in the knowledge of his love, of their shared destiny. Now, she was adrift, a solitary figure in a world that suddenly felt vast and unforgiving.