Novel & Cerita Death Race: Inferno

I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek. "See? He's breathing!" I ignored Chester's howls, grabbed my aunt's hand, and pressed it against his neck. She jerked her hand back as if shocked, taking a moment to process. "Chester's not dead? Then what was all that before?" Chester, drenched in sweat from the commotion, scrambled to clear things up. "The hospital screwed up. I just had a bad reaction to some booze. "My body went into survival mode when my temperature tanked, and voila, I'm back.

Then I drew the final knife in. "Because darling," I whispered. "Why would I chase the pup when I could get the beast itself? Why would I settle for the next of kin when I could in fact, become one myself?"

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

I throttled down the vehicle, and black smoke filled the sky as the car hit 250. I could feel all my team's eyes staring at me. it was obvious they were frightened of the car plummeting due to the speed I was moving. but I care less. I am used to it already. I have been to the dead land many times, and the angel reimbursed me, telling me that I am yet to accomplish my mission. The car was now moving at 360km/hr. Looking through the side mirror, I was able to see the soldier's automobile and bike from afar, perhaps about 200 yards away.

He is afraid she won't make it or is already dead because the way her head was twisted was so brutal, it made bile rose from anyone's throat at the mere sight of it. A bone is literally popping from somewhere and he hopes it is not connected to her pulse or any important vein around there. Or transferred itself to her spinal cord for it looks severe to disrupt the vertebral bones meant to protect the spinal cord. If it disrupts those bones, she might suffer from partial and complete paralyze or even death. Sulaiman can't begin to imagine the torment she's went through before losing consciousness or could he say, before she died. Even a man, an army officer or anyone that feels that he has th

He could feel the clash within him, and all his thoughts at the moment were nothing but wistful thinking--if only the ground could be kind enough to swallow him and save him from the embarrassment that was literally burying him in suffocation. So, Emily had heard him while he was on the call with Segun, but she hadn't found out enough of what he'd said? At least not the part where he mentioned Alethia's name. Now Ethan couldn't decide if he should be grateful for that or not. But one thing was certain--the first thing he would have heard when Alethia dropped the grenade wouldn't have been the sound of silence, it would have been the sound of a disaster.

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.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.