Death's Head 2 Novels & Stories

Also once it was used Mane couldn’t use both The Dark Times and Absolute Darkness: Evasive Killing for an entire day. The decapitated head of Nasir rolled to Camila’s side and she was able to see its expression up close. The eyes of the head were largely tranquil, and a small smile was plastered onto its face. Even in his last moments, this person definitely didn’t think he was about to die. His expression was too calm for that. He never thought that he would die so simply. In that moment, time stood still. Camila watched dumbfounded as the head rolled around a few times. It was only after Nasir body joined its head and fell onto the ground as well, that she woke up from her daze.

Each breath burned, but I forced myself to stand, trudging forward through the chaos. Death was everywhere. It hung in the air, thick and suffocating, mingling with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Witches, wolves, beasts—too many lives had been lost. My chest tightened as I stepped over broken bodies, my eyes darting between fallen friends and foes alike. This wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre. The ground trembled beneath me. A shadow loomed overhead, blocking the faint sunlight. My heart stuttered as a monstrous two-headed beast swooped in, claws slashing with deadly precision. The creature was enormous, its twin heads snarling like rabid dogs, their glowing eyes locking onto me with

His eyes are psychotic, almost in a cruel rage and his heart hardened by what he had just heard. “Not if I take your head first,” Damien growls. Nine is frightened by the look in his eyes but Damien turns to Two. Before the man can even cry, Damien slashes his head off in one quick strike. Two’s head comes plopping off, falling near Nine’s feet. She stares at the head and slowly looks up to meet Damien’s ruthless form. “My men will kill the remaining members,” he says in a hollow tone. “We will take that b*tch’s body to the castle.”

" Our eyes met and hands touched, Lights dimmed as our eyes clashed. Mask covered our faces but our voices heard, Two years without you weren't roses on bed. Eyes remained unblinked, both yours and mine, Touches ignited the calming inferno again. I stand confused, bewildered and betrayed, Is it really you or am I dreaming again? Masks came off, faces uncovered, It was really you, still beautiful like the old days. They said you were no more, How did you come back, fighting rage and gore? Tears flowed as our gaze melt, Heart sped as our lips met. I couldn't forgive you, for you changed my world, Not for good but for worst. Kept yourself away, and our baby girl, Killed me everyday for two year

Then she heard and deep roar and scream, assuming it was the creature After a moment, she opened her eyes again, not feeling the impact of the creatures foot. She looked up and saw the black draekon with its jaws around the monsters neck, pinning it to the ground with his claws. The monster was flailing, screeching out into the treetops. But the draekon kept it pinned, digging its claws into the creatures chest. The draekon tensed, and closed its jaw tighter and ripped the throat out of the creature, silencing its screams and ending it's flailing.

Clothed in rags, his left arm was over the arm keeper of the chair as he patted his three headed dog, Cerberus. "I know what he looks like." Hades added. As he took out Khloe's mobile phone which he took at the time when he killed Kevin Khloe's boyfriend. "Brown coats." "I was planning on using the one he calls his Best friend to get him to me, but then, my useless servants disappointed me by bringing another person." "If I may ask, what exactly do you want from Death?" Hades asked patting the middle head of his three headed dog.

She knew that I would have an emotional break down when I saw my parents' lifeless bodies. My parents were both handsome and still had beautiful faces even though they were just a cold corpse. A great makeup artist arranged of my parents' dead body so they looked like they were just sleeping while wearing makeup. My mommy's lips even seemed to smile a little. Maybe she's happy because my eyesight came back.

I thought maybe this girl was my opportunity. But I was wrong. The next second, the baby doll turned around, revealing hollow, blood-soaked eyes. "I don't have parents. Do you want to be my mommy?" she mumbled. Her blood and tears poured down her face, soaking her dress. The next second, her head fell off and landed in her own hands. Suddenly, dark storm clouds gathered in the sky, looking ominous. At the same time, the comments flooded the live chat. "Haha! So dumb! Of all people, she had to pick a fight with Aria, the Headless Girl, one of the Four Bosses."

A voice I knew all too well. ​"You forgot the most important rule of the Debt, kids." ​I froze. I turned around, my heart stopping. ​Standing in the ruins of the doorway was the younger version of me—the First Life. She wasn't drugged anymore. Her eyes were solid violet, and she was holding a Scythe that looked ten times more powerful than mine. ​"You can't have two of the same soul in the same room," the First Life said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "One of us has to go. And I like my life just fine."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie