Deadly 6 Sonic Novels & Stories

The Rank 6 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman thought that there were five Rank 6 Dark Races on his side, while Lucas was only a lone wolf. At the thought of this, the Rank 6 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman was not so afraid anymore. "Lucas, hand over the Dragon Slaying Saber, and I will let you die a quick death," the Rank 6 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman said coldly.

His eyes were pink rimmed and glossy. Dad had been crying. Dad never cried, well, except when Uncle Sam died. I was going to die. Oh, my God. I had to end it before I fell asleep. From all we'd seen, I knew I'd go to sleep, and wake up a killer. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My sapphire eyes weren't red. Yet. "It's hot enough," Derek said. "We have to do this as fast as possible." Dad stepped to my side. "We need to sanitize it, then use rubbing alcohol, and then we'll wait, okay?"

"You haven't won Lola, you have come to your grave yard, and when others are left alone, we will come only after you, be prepared for our coming.." ---

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

*DARK MOONED PACK* "No! I don't want this! Why should I be made to choose an Alpha amongst other Alphas? I want to find my mate… I know he is out there–" "An..drea Marcol! You are my only successor and the future Luna of this pack. You can not rule without a mate by your side, if not this pack would be even more vulnerable than it is. What are you going to do, if I no longer exist tomorrow?! Andrea, it's way past the age to keep looking for your mate, my dear do this for me, please?" My dad said with determination laced in his eyes but it did nothing to hide his heartache. He was stubborn but I was too.

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

"Now what? Kill me now." He taunted, his voice heavy with defiance. Max's response was chillingly sinister. "No... no. We won't kill you. We will give you a tiny dosage to help you relax." A wicked grin crossed his face, revealing the depths of the darkness that had enveloped him. Bruce's eyes widened in terror as he processed the malevolent intent in Max's actions. He cried out in desperation, "What exactly are you trying to do?" Panic laced his voice, but it seemed as though no one was willing to answer.

He jammed his finger down on the emitter’s trigger. A wave of invisible, crushing pressure slammed into the room. Cattleya screamed, her ears ringing with the sound of a thousand glass panes shattering at once. The vampires didn't die; they shrieked in agony, their bodies convulsing, their skin blistering and turning to ash where the sonic waves hit them. The room became a kaleidoscope of chaos”shattered relics, dust, pulverized stone, and the desperate, thrashing forms of the undead.

Then he crushed the chopped off fingers on the ground. “Here’s your chance. Call your mom and get fifty thousand sent over.” When I dialed the number, Natalie's voice came through. It was sweet as sugar. “Mrs. Cano, Sebastian said that we could make a fortune here…” The busy signal after the call hung up hurt more than my broken bones. Later, when my legs were shattered in the square, Zoey came across my mind. I remembered how, when we caught her calling the police, she said with red-rimmed eyes, “I just didn’t want you to die.”

After I hung up, Lambert sent me another video. In the video, Sampson's friends grew agitated as they spoke to Sampson. Furious, Sampson hurled his glass to the ground and it smashed into pieces. The surrounding people tried to calm him down. Desiree said something, and he began to laugh before kissing her lips. I knew Sampson must have found out that the Elders had been informing everyone about his funeral. He might have been blocking the mind-link, but his friends could still receive the news.