Dead Rengoku Novels & Stories

Guevarra’s liposuction. “Welcome back, Ginger,” Dr. Guevarra said with a smile on her face. “Are you ready to remove your bandage and see the result of your new appearance?” “Finally! I get to see the new me literally,” Ginger said. “And Ginger had already died three months ago. It’s Lucy Solace now.” “Well, that’s a nice name, Lucy,” Dr Guevarra said while gently removing Ginger’s bandage, and once removed, she handed over a mirror to Ginger.

« We really got caught in the previous Grande’s game. And it will be still ongoing until I don’t know when. Even death can’t be an escape for us. Did you meet Rengoku again ? » « Yeah, he is a werewolf. I tried to break my bond with him, but still, we met again. I don’t know what to do… I’ve never signed for this. I am sorry, I dragged you all into this whole mess. » And for the rest of the day, I cried; all the emotions that I’ve been repressing for this whole time resurfaced. « You say this every time we meet again. You remember we are all in this. So gotta search for the others to change the situation of the world. »

appalling. Ren's skin tone went from a bronze color to pure ash white. The veins in his body could be seen pulsating. Outline with a black glow. The worst were the lack of eyes. Both of the eyeballs had dried up an disappeared from sight. "Death will come for us. No matter what we do." Ren spoke softly. The others could not see him or hear him for that matter. "Jackson.. never forget to enjoy your life. And make sure you can always live with your choices."

“What if Nickolas didn’t actually die? What if he somehow survived, and Noah… what if Noah is deeply connected to him somehow?” Ren’s eyes widened sharply, his jaw tightening immediately. “Hold on a minute, Enzo,” he said, stepping closer to me. “Nickolas is dead. Your father made absolutely sure of that years ago. Him and his entire lineage. You know what the Vengas were—leeches who could steal a wolf’s power simply by touching them. If Noah was a Vengas, you’d be completely drained by now, with no strength or power left. Do you feel anything like that happening to you?”

“Yes, I know everything… except that. Only Trunks knows who’s behind him. That person owns the game—moves every pawn. We don’t even know if it’s a man or woman, but rumors say he’s fearless, cruel, and terrifyingly strategic. He’s the reason H and Sash became twice as powerful after Mr. and Mrs. Choi died.” “Shit,” Angelique muttered. “So how do we find out who he is?” “I’ll think about it,” Ryan said with a smirk. “I’ll let you know.” “Do that,” she said, standing. “Or,” he teased, “we could play a little game first?” “In your dreams,” she said sharply. “Better start working on how we can find that mysterious puppet master.” “Got it, boss,” Ryan said with a mocking salute. “And remember—you

Dante asked and took the phone from Dell but as soon as he looked at the phone it slowly fell from his hand, “The Alpha King Of Black Wolves Pack is dead”

"A mortal core doesn't just reboot like a toy. It takes time for the gears to catch the grease again. Stop shaking the body. You've done what you needed to do. Now you must wait." "I can't just sit here!" I yelled at him in my head, the tears starting to blur my vision all over again, hot and heavy. My hands were still on Ronan's face, desperate for any sign of warmth, any flicker of life beneath the cold surface. "He looks dead, Daekan! He looks exactly like…" I couldn't finish the sentence. The words stuck in my throat, too terrible to speak aloud. "Zane..." I choked on my own breath. I blinked hard, the tears spilling down my cheeks in hot streams, and looked closer at his skin. My heart

I had felt genuinely sorry for how pale he looked, so I went hungry myself just so I could save on living expenses and send the extra to him. I worked five odd jobs outside of classes and fainted several times just from exhaustion caused by low blood sugar alone. The most dangerous of those occasions had been when I was almost crushed under a bus' wheels because I had passed out. In the end, all of my hard-earned money had been used on another woman's recovery. I could no longer taste the food I was eating. Before I knew it, all I could taste on my tongue was bitterness. It felt similar to when I had been on the verge of death in my previous life.

His hair was matted and dry, and a sour smell drifted from it. I felt my breath hitching as soon as I looked at the man's eyes. They were dull and lifeless, yet unmistakably tinged with a familiar, obsessive intensity. It turned out that the man was none other than Zachary. I remained motionless, my mind emptied of all thought. That face—which had represented longing, then loathing—was now just a picture of utter decline. His eyes were deeply hollowed, his cheekbones were prominent, and his skin barely clung to the structure beneath.

Mom blurted out, "And what about you? What about you? You've loved Oscar for years." The whole table was still reeling. They all turned to look at me, expressions impossible to read. I held up the reassignment letter and smiled. "I've accepted a posting from the alliance. I'm transferring to Cero City." Cero City was the crossroads connecting every pack. No alpha ruled it. Only the alliance delegation operated out of there. It was the default location for council summits. It was also the place where Oscar had died trying to save me. In my last life, I'd received the same letter. I turned it down.