Death's Head 2 소설 & 이야기

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

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

[Death Dog- Elite rank] Level 56 HP- 800 CON-80 ATK-380 STR-126 DEF-22 DEX-4 Speed-58 AGI-58 Mana-95 INT-19 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Elite) Dark Vision(R) Vision of the Pack(Mystic)] A Death dog is a two-headed hound that roams plains, caves and deserts. Hate burns in a death dog's heart and a taste for humanoid flesh drives it to explore the surface world, death dog saliva carries a foul disease that causes a victim's flesh to slowly rot off the bone.

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.

There was a lycan waiting next to the doorway that attempted to tear at Death's face with his claws. Death grabbed the lycan's throat and forced him to the ground, snapping his neck. Through the darkness of the room Death could see another door. He walked to it and a burst of flames shot out from it. Death blinked out of the way of the flames and as the lycan that made the attack stepped out to confirm his kill, Death was on him, slamming his head into the wall. Death looked down the stairs and found two lycans pointing their palms at him, electricity flowing around their hands. As they shot at Death he reappeared behind them, putting his hands on the back of their heads and smashing their f

How could they smile? My mind reeled. Did Sir Death know about this? Did he realize what his men were capable of doing and enjoying? I covered my mouth, sliding down the wall until I sat huddled on the floor. The tattooed man from yesterday Maxim held a sword, its blade gleaming red. He’d run it through the bound man’s throat first, then… I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the sickening thud. When I finally dared to look again, Maxim was grinning as he picked up the severed head like it was a prize. He tossed it in the air, spun, and kicked it straight toward my hiding spot.

Every time we went out together, people just generally thought I was Neenee's daughter which wasn't just because she was old enough to me my mother but because like me, she was also pale with ginger hair soft features, but her eyes were blue. Suddenly, Dawn's phone rang and ignoring the fact that was behind the wheel with both our lives in her hands and needed all the focus she could afford on the road she threw caution to the wind, reaching out to grab it. She was fast, but not faster than I was and my grip on the phone was steel. I wasn't letting it go before she accidentally killed me on the day I was born. Like she knew what was in my mind, she looked over to me and said coyly.

ᯓ★ BREAKING NEWS: 30-year-old Ginger Cadette, the owner of the Bar & Life passed away yesterday due to brain cancer. Her family kept her burial private. With hard work and persistence, she successfully started and ran Bar & Life. But when she discovered that she had brain cancer, the business was passed on to her twin brother, Carter Cadette.

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

"Why did you have to leave so soon, dummy?" I froze, tears streaming down my ghostly cheeks. Zachary's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he brushed snowflakes from his shoulder. "Don't become their sister again in your next life." I choked out, "Alright. In my next life, I'll be your wife and nothing else."