Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

LUS ANOMALIES. One: knew Dex's name. Two: knew first timeline survival probability. Three: "Welcome back." Four: evasive re ARBITER. Five: knew DECAY codename. Six: "Containment was not the selected objective." Seven: "One you died before encountering." Eight: recalibrating during early reports. Nine: too much silence around virus origin. Ten: says "selected objective" like a guilty spreadsheet. LUS says, That final item is editorial. "Good. You're here."

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

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.

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.

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.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it