Death's Head 2 Novels & Stories

“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

I turned to Shantelle who had no reaction and was just looking at me while smiling. I turned to see a remaining vampire. Looked at me with fear. The wind got stronger causing my hair to fly which made his eyes widen even more. "A Peratia," he said. He screamed when Shantelle shot him in the leg and Adrian finished the man while I was frowning because I couldn't understand what Dervy said. Shantelle came to me. "Oh my gosh! You managed to kill a Dervg! Congratulations!” Shantelle greeted me happily.

I spat with venom at the remaining rogues and nomads that attacked us as I threw the dripping five heads at them. The ripped heads rolled toward them; the two heads came from those rogues and another two from nomads who tried to hurt my pack’s Luna, my wife; lastly, the head of their wannabe alpha king. Seeing how badly I killed them, they weakly whimpered. “I, THE FALLEN SPIRIT BLOOD WOLF, ROMULUS, AND THE RUTHLESS SHE-ALPHA OF THE BLOOD MOON PACK, HAYDEN, TELLING YOU NOW THAT THIS BLOODY MADNESS IS OVER…” With a commanding voice with my wolf, I roared as I released from the subspace the twenty dead bodies that I mercilessly killed in front of them. Then added in warning. “…UNLESS YOU WANT

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.

Fionna stopped cleaning and then faced her. “Of course, anything!” Fionna said and smiled. “What is it that you need?” “I want to fake my death and make the world believe that the old owner of the Bar & Life is already dead,” Ginger said as she started executing the first step of her plan. “I need you to contact the media and tell them that breaking news.” “What? Why do you need to do that?” Fionna asked, curious about how Ginger’s mind works. “I’d like to make them believe that I am dead, start my new life with a new identity, and get closer to my enemies by applying to their stupid company,” Ginger explained, clutching her fists. “If you want to take your enemies down, make them closer to

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."