Death's Head 2 소설 & 이야기

No way to reverse it. It was a potion used by werewolves who wanted to say goodbye properly before dying. With shaking hands, Marcus calculated the timeline. From the exact moment I had signed the wedding postponement agreement for him until the stranger said I died - it was exactly 72 hours. The realization hit him like lightning. I hadn't signed that agreement because I was being understanding. I had signed it because I was already dying. He remembered the moment I collapsed in front of him three days ago. I had fallen right at his feet, my body giving out completely.

That's your motive, isn't it? That was sudden, so I didn't see that coming. I was frozen in my seat, not even noticing my tears crawling down my cheeks. Yes, I despised Shawn. That was 75 grand, which meant countless all-nighters. I nearly killed myself just to earn that money, yet he took it like it was nothing. I wanted to tear him apart and put a bullet through my head when I first found out. However, I didn't go through with it. … I hung my head low. When I spoke, my voice was trembling. "It's true, but that's not a reason to murder him either."

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

Miguel ran his tongue along my jaw and looked down at me and gasped. "Your eyes are glowing," he muttered in awe. "Yes and my cock is throbbing, I'm horny as hell and need release," I growled softly, not wanting to frighten him. I was Death and with that came certain physical aspects that he was going to figure out this very night. I heard him swallow. I bent over and licked him from neck to navel as I ran my hand across his swollen member.

“He recognized me, Enz.” “What?” his eyes widen. “By my eyes. By my dad’s eyes, he-” I take a second to breathe as I run what he said through my head. “He said that the alpha collected my dad’s head for his trophy room” I dry heave at the thought of my father's severed head hanging somewhere on a wall in this fucking pack land and Enzo is by my side rubbing my back. “I will find out if it’s true.” “And if it is? What? We collect my dead dad’s head and bury it?” I heave again, hearing my words.

The creature that is two times size than the one Mike killed is dead, only leaving the head as it slowly descends. ------------------------

Dread at the beast inside me. Indeed, they took the bait thinking they would meet my men instead. "Well, which one of you will die now?" I haven't finished saying when I cut into the air, slicing the neck of one. With his head detached from his body, I slam it into the face of the second one. Destabilised and fallen to the ground, I stand over him and keep hitting the first hunter's head against the second one until both their heads are mashed like potatoes.

I simply look at him before I seat at the sofa near by. "Calm down, Wesley." As I get off to Wesley body I am talking to him. "After all, this body is not yours anymore." After that I slowly walk toward him; who is now shocked while looking to his decaying body. Without the presence of me that body will decayed by pros or cos. “The human body molded from the earth will return to the earth. That means everything created or made will go back to where it came from and that can’t be stopped or changed by anyone. ”In a flash I was close to him, I choked him and quickly slammed his head on the floor. I can’t use my sword to reap him even if that’s the fastest way because I need this bad guy to get

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.