Death's Head 2 Novels & Stories

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!

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

“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.

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.

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

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