Dead Rengoku Novels & Stories

' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulling Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold onces. 'Please, at least I don't want to die by the hands of the character I made myself'

“Rina. We’ve got company. Level 2. Switch to armor-piercing.” She grinned, cocking her gun like she’d been waiting for this all day. “Now we’re talking.” But her excitement faded quickly at the bone-cracking sound behind her. She turned—and paled. The rogue’s dead body was re-forming, merging itself back together and resurrecting. She looked around and saw the others they had killed doing the same. “What the...” Rina’s eyes met Alpha Renox’s, who was just as stunned. They’re getting back up?

The man whose death had fractured the royal bloodline. The man they both believed lost forever. But here he stood—alive, changed, corrupted, powerful beyond reason. “Riven,” Killian breathed, his voice a mixture of grief and horror. “But you… you were gone. You died.” “Death is merely an inconvenience,” Riven replied, lifting his hand and letting dark energy pulse around his fingers. “Especially when you’re reborn with a purpose.” Aria felt Killian tense beside her. “And what purpose is that?” she asked, her voice barely steady.

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

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.

extinguish. I didn't have to look. I knew what had happened. An Alpha who dies from the Soul-Eater's sickness... their very soul is devoured. Erased. They cannot return to the Goddess. It is the cruelest death. And it was the end he had earned. "Now, in the name of the Moon Goddess, I pronounce you mated." Ronan gently cupped my face and, in front of everyone, gave me a kiss full of love and devotion. Behind me, I heard the guards quietly removing... the body.

Limbs twitching, then nothing. He was dead. I stood there, breathing like I’d run a marathon. My shirt clung to me, soaked through with sweat. My knuckles were torn open, skin peeled raw from the force of the grip. Renji clapped slowly. “That,” he said with giddy excitement, “is how you take a fucking life. Slow. Beautiful. Messy. Shit.” He was grinning like a kid on Christmas. I didn’t grin. I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt—empty. Violent.

Laz is standing next to them, listening to whatever they’re talking about. They look up as I enter and I return their nods before sitting down opposite Dante’s desk. “I’m not going to fucking like this, am I?” I say as Laz hands me a glass of bourbon Dante stands up straight and crosses his arms. “Not a fuck,” he says, his eyes momentarily flashing the golden colour of his dragon. “The two members I sent out to keep an eye on the compound were found dead this morning; hearts ripped out and decapitated.” The news sinks like a stone in my gut. “But who the fuck? Nothing can pierce a dragon’s hide, not even while they’re in their human forms!”

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.