Death Battle 소설 & 이야기

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

My lips trembled as I stammered, "No! Ryan can't hold on for much longer. He needs a healer now!" "Is that so?" Felix let go of me and rose to his feet. He then walked over to Faith and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But Faith needs the healers too. Her stomach still hurts because you scared her earlier." He then closed the door in my face, extinguishing my last flicker of hope. Ryan passed away that night. His little face had turned purple from a severe allergic reaction. Right before he took his last breath, he opened his eyes and mustered the last bit of strength he had left to caress my face with his small, cold hand.

I was reborn on the very day Liam Dunlap bragged about defusing a bomb with one hand. The first thing I did was turn off my phone. Then I slept straight through till morning. When I turned it back on the next day, there were—just as expected—over a hundred missed calls. In my previous life, after realizing the disaster he'd caused, Liam had called me frantically through the night, begging me to come clean up the mess. At the time, I had just finished three consecutive bomb disposal operations and had been home for less than an hour. Even so, I rushed back to the scene in the pouring rain and worked through the night to defuse the bomb.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

"Also, Celeste is moving in next week. Remember to clear out your personal belongings quickly. Don't take up space." Until the last moment of my life, all Mom could think about was Celeste. So in her heart, I really was just an object that could be discarded at any time. Fine then... Ethan seemed to be crying and shouting something in my ear, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. After fighting for so many years, I was truly exhausted. Finally, I could get a good night's sleep... May 20th, Aria Blackwood died at Central City Hospital, age 27.

"You next in line? Even if I didn't get married, which I am, you still couldn't beat War. He'll always be better than you." Death's eyes narrowed and his attacks elevated to a fiercer level. Ribbons of red decorated Dagon's arms and even his neck as Death's energy swirled around them. "War doesn't even care about the soul. He doesn't see the benefit of taking all that power, but I do. You're weaker than me, you will give in." Holly forced herself away from the fight and rushed to Eros's side lifting his head. "Eros? Are you there?"

He slurred and lightly shook his head, "You would've not been this much hurt right now." I released his hair and shifted in agitation as I stood up straight. Dizziness swarmed over my vision making my gaze fall on my arm to notice that the white material of the bandage is now all red, tainted with my blood. I ignored that as I pulled my gun out. Pulling back the safety, I pressed the barrel against his temple, "Now tell me, if I killed you, if you died, who is gonna give a shit, who is gonna cry over you, mourn you?"