Novel & Cerita Dead Rengoku

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

He also can't understand why, but he knew the moment their eyes met, they were meant to be. To make it worse, Ryo just died that day, making the situation much more complicated, which made Iro so angry that he didn't even know if his story and brief explanation were heard. All he knew was that, if it wasn't for Ivi and Iko, he would be playing chess with his ancestors above the clouds. That day Iro lost his soul but still exists for the sake of Rory. The little one was left on their doorstep covered with nothing but fresh blood, an uncut umbilical cord, a note, and the black card of Reesidex.

Cruella said out loud and China's eyes widened. “How dare you?!” She yelled but Cruella didn't flinch or even show any sign of being intimidated. If it was then, she would've been trembling but not anymore. That weak and useless girl is dead. She died in that fire and this reborn Cruella won't take shit from anyone. “If I were you, I would break up with her. She doesn't deserve the title of Luna. Even a weak Gamma could do a better job.” Cruella said and for a split second, she saw his lips move to the side before returning to its normal position. He almost smiled.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

I shook my head and gripped Ren a little tight as my breathing got hard. "You can't ever escape me Sora. Now look it's all your fault your son is dead." Ace said as I shook my head. "It's a lie, his here in my arms; look." My fearful voice said and I was mortified as I saw Ren dead before me. He had a knife buried in his chest and his eyes were cold, his skin pale and his body close to ribs. I looked around seeing dead bodies as I screamed. The people I loved deceased, Malia, Elias, Asa, Ramy, my parents, Silvester, Edith and many more.

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

At last, Dante knows where to find the last group of sorcerers, little did he know that they also have the most important thing that he is obsessed with, Esmeralda’s reincarnation, Deadrei. … Rio’s life was so dull until he met Deadrei. She was unexpectedly the person who watches him wearing a black cloak to conceal her identity. Her timing was right, truly, everything falls into its proper place at the right time. But where is she now? Rio seems to be agitated, he just met Deadrei once but he cannot erase this memory of her in his mind. He is so hooked on Deadrei’s mysterious personality. He must see her again; he should at least get a glimpse of her somehow. He can feel his heart beats so

He actually looked concerned for me. “They wanted information that I didn’t have,” I gulped. “It’s okay, you’re okay now.” He brought me to his hard chest and hugged me tightly. I pulled away to see what was happening. It seemed Dirk was already dead. He was in the corner, bleeding profusely. Ronan and Reed were now fighting. I could see how Ronan killed Ewan. He was fast and powerful. His jaw wrapped around Reed’s neck and bit down hard. There was a sickening crack and Reed let out his last yelp. As he dropped to the floor, he changed back into his human form. Ronan leaned down and ripped his throat out before dropping it on his dead body.

Her little body was shaking. The man's eyes looked at each person in the room. Old people. Young people. Everyone who came to say goodbye to Brock. His men stood behind him. They were big and mean looking. One of them had tattoos on his face. Teardrops under his eyes. "Dead men's debts don't disappear," Scarface said. He was cleaning his fingernails with a knife now. The sound of the blade clicking open and shut made people jump. "They pass to family."

It is bordered in funeral black. [FILE ID: 0-0-1 | STATUS: DECEASED] [REASON: FORMAT_FAILURE_REMOVAL] [ADMIN NOTE: The Original Mistake has been purged from the core. No traces remain in Alpha Kael’s memory-loop.] I stare at the words until they blur. Deceased. I touch the screen, the static electricity stinging my fingertips. They didn't just reject me; they filed my existence under a death certificate to stabilize Kael's mental architecture. To the world of Rebirth City, I am a corpse walking.