Dead Wrath And Beyond Novels & Stories

I heard one of the men say, and my eyes widened in shock. At this moment of shock, I almost let out a gasp, but I was quick to cover my mouth, preventing any sound from making its way out of it. "I also wish we didn’t have to buy it, but we have been paid for it. Dawn had given us money to kill him and make sure no one knows where he is, so here it is, we have to kill him," they said, and I clenched my fists at the mention of Dawn’s name, she had to be the most heartless woman in the world because how could she even want to kill the alpha? What had he done to her?

How about you ask Ace or Zol"? The pack doctor suggested and it clicked Blaze. He quickly called Max to contact Ace or Zol as he wasn’t in a state to visit them. He couldn’t leave his Luna here. To his badluck, Max told Ace and Zol were not at Crescent. In fact they were in Rome. And no chance of them returning soon. Blaze smacked the wall hard in frustration and anger. His Luna was on the brink of life and death and he was helpless. The night passed on with blood shedding Alpha and a non responsive Luna. Morning rolled over and Blaze looked up to the door where his kids were coming in. "Dad. Dad". They were crying and wailing in his strong arms. Simon apologized that he couldn’t keep them f

“The moment her craving for my blood returns, she’ll come crawling back. She can’t last long without me.” I started the engine and floored it. He was dreaming. This time, it was goodbye for good. There was no turning back.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

I watched them leave, fighting the black spots in my vision. Then, something inside me shattered completely. A warm flood gushed out, breaking the dam. "Ah!" Screams erupted around me. "Blood! Look at the blood!" "Oh my god, she's hemorrhaging! Look at her legs! Call 911!" "She's going to die! The baby–!" The voices blurred together into a chaotic roar as I drifted into the dark. I felt the cold grip of death tightening. Some kind tourists and the staff managed to get me onto a stretcher. I was vaguely aware of them covering me with a jacket; my lower half was soaked in red. It must have looked like a horror movie.

She tilted her head, grinning. “Greetings, Than.” The beast’s gaze burned through her, void of mercy. Muscles coiled, claws gleamed. The ground trembled beneath its power. And then it lunged. The war had begun. Not between werewolves. Not between men. But between two forces beyond comprehension. Chaos vs. Death. Heratte vs. Thaneous. Good vs. Evil. And the world would tremble beneath them.

I asked patting its head. 'Woof woof'. 'Aye.. I'm glad you're fine'. 'Woof?'. 'Yes,yes I'm fine too, but I'm not sure I'll be where I'm going'. 'Woof!'. 'Yeah I know you won't want me to go alone so..you're coming with me'. 'Woof woof'. It said and wiggled its tail. 'Don't get too excited yet. I might be leading you to your death, but if I die, we die together right?'.

But the moment he turns a round he realizes about Peace and War. “Go.” Peace said. “I---” “Just go motherf*cker.” Death said walk towards them. “Go now or you’ll see him again alive.” He said that made Blood gulp. “Death.” Peace said warn Death smiling. “I’m just saying.” Death said, pouting as he walked towards War stroller and got him. “Damn it.” Blood said and walked outside to his car. DEVREN IS SHOUTING WHILE CRYING AT his mom’s grave under the tree, Krane and Nighel couldn’t even calm him down. His fist is bleeding because he keeps on punching the ground while kneeling and cursing his evil dad.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.