Death's Head 2 Novels & Stories

She hadn't really been thinking straight in quite awhile but after what she had seen earlier she made a mental note. She needed to get her head on straight and focus on the important things in her life. She was finally free of the Death Contract so she could make her own decisions and do as she pleased without the constant worry of how it would affect Brayden. She no longer cared how anything affected Brayden, at least that's what she was telling herself at that moment. She could care less what that man did or didn't do with his life. She was confused why he had another woman staying over with him if he had wanted to start anew.

Slowly my sadness faded away and I was struck with anger as the dying image of the both of them cracked into my memory which only fueled my thirst for revenge. I promise you mamá, papà, I'll stop at nothing until they all pay for your non existence. I spoke within myself and bid their presence goodbye. The sun was taking its closure behind the cloud which dawned something in me. "A supposed family dinner" Rolling my eyes in irritation I left the cemetery and started heading towards their mansion not bothering about changing my outfit. As I drew closer to the familiar architecture I was consumed by loathe and anger. It still amuses me how easy it was to forget about our existence after the de

He was dead before his head hit the ground, and his blood stained the dirt around him. Reaper stared at the flames dancing merrily over the charred corpse and then at the glowing fireballs coming from the werewolves' claws that had killed this hunter. His lips drew into a thin line and he stepped forward. The reapers' blades came out of their scabbards.

“I did not do enough to protect you. I was not a good boyfriend to you and now you are dead again." Nocturne frowned as he mentally went over the list of names he had seen in the morning. He had scanned through them briefly before making his plans for the day. Of course he didn’t remember the exact names, but he was sure he hadn’t seen Leo’s name there. That would have attracted his attention immediately. Maybe the name had appeared as Draven had killed him. That meant he might have a chance to talk to Leo in purgatory. Nocturne released his human form and became undead again. The bright world around him faded from blue skies and green grass to a gray and lifeless sky and landscape.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

I looked at him coldly. When I didn't react the way he expected, he froze for a moment. Then, he hurried to explain, "My death was a staged accident. Someone had tipped me off that day, so I used a double to take my place in the car. I hid to avoid the assassins in a—" "In a forest?" I finished his thought for him. Matteo clearly hadn't expected my reply. He was stunned. I continued, "You stayed awake for days, afraid you'd drag me into it?"

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

One of the ugly head monsters said "The soul nectar will keep drawing all the evil entities towards him, and he won't even survive a fight with them." I told him to "keep your story for the gods." He is an ugly demon with two heads. He was standing beside the one with four hands, a big head, long sharptails, and big bulging muscles. He also has different scars running across his face; his teeth were so rotten that maggots were walking all around his body. His teeth were so brown, and I could guess it was because of the blood that was dripping from them. He was wearing a black glistening bumper, a breastplate, and a sabre in his two hands, while the other two hands were used for describing. W