Death Parade Decim X Chiyuki นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

" I smiled to at least look courteous around her. "I am Cordélia Sylvain, you can call me Sylve." She smiled back, and at least this time, her smile looks genuine. But somehow, a sad emotion is etched on her eyes. I wonder what's going on. "What happened here?" "50 years ago the so-called 'The Great Stampede' took place in which, millions of people died. Everyone panicked, even my fellow soldiers were slaughtered after facing kuishinbos we've never seen before. If you look closely there,". She said as she pointed towards the direction where humans are fighting? I'm not sure if they are human, but they are fighting alien-like creatures who resemble the thing that attacked me yesterday, but th

"Fierro, why is your face doesn’t have a mark?" He raised his eyebrow. "Huh?" “N-nevermind . . .” I lowered my gaze. I was just hallucinating. “Are you still dreaming, Maximaze? Wake yourself up first” He sighed, approached me, and laid the tray on my bed. I gazed beside me. There was sunlight. "Maybe . . .” I sighed. “Maybe I was just dreaming—no, those were memories,” I whispered. More than a decade ago, I became the Death Judge. I, Maximaze Lativitus Park, was the youngest Death Judge in history. Having this title helped me learn more about the world. As I gathered more experiences, more nightmares started to haunt me.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

SLASH! They heard as Chiang head was decapitated off his body, the spurt of crimson fluid streaked into the air and down like waterfall. Reacting based on reflexes, Amelia lashed out her right arm blasting a zompire with an energy course from nature that blew the creature into smithereens but with the creature death came more. She couldn't take them all and pushing Rapidfire forward, they rushed out of the cemetery. At first Ralidfire and Amelia thought they would storm out of the cemetery but they couldn't, they tried but a fierce force struck them back leaving them no other choice than to retrieve back into their graves.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

Mainly claws after a partial transformation were used, or throats being torn out by the sharp teeth of a fully transformed werewolf. They were butchering the fallen females because they were more than likely never going to be useful to them. Even if they were to survive the loss of their mate, then they were never going to recover or be the same again. Losing our counterparts was paralising, most of us that did survive were unable to function on even just a basic level after. They would never be of any use to Corbin, which is most likely why his soldiers were ordered to end their lives. Killing them now was probably doing them a merciless kindness though, sparing them from the worst possible

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

She knew what kind of despicable and shameless plot Tai Chi was scheming. “My creatures of the Tai Chi World, hear my call. I’m ordering everyone to kill James, the Dark Heavenly Path, and the members of Skynet,” declared Tai Chi.

“I wasn't aware the Whitmore heir was a grease monkey.” I kept my head down, my breath shallow, while Tracy awkwardly intervened. “Chika was a legend in the northern underground circuits back in our youth. He used to win death-races to fund our unit’s off-book ops. He’s not just skilled, Lucien—he’s a ghost on two wheels.” Lucien scoffed, a dark laugh tinged with genuine irritation. “I haven't even begun my interrogation and you’re already writing his legend. Do you realize how many wolves have died on the Devil’s Spine trying to catch Lowell Ruiz?”