Novel & Cerita Death Stare

Arc 4 Deadly Encounter From here on out, Death will tail you wherever you may go. For the people you care for and for the people you have sacrificed, you’ll have no choice but to face him head-on, battling such a cruel war in which the consequence would be your loved one’s head served in a silver platter. The end is near. And those who are not prepared to die are the first one to face the Reaper’s terrible wrath… ---

And the only reason she knew that was because she watched that animation. This, however, was different, when Toph attacks, her opponents are still alive after each hit, but not in this case. Several sharp edges of rocks were created, and bodies were actually hagging from them. It looked like Vlad the Impaler's front yard, but this was not the heads of his enemies it was the actual bodies. The ground absorbs the blood flowing out from their hanging bodies. Serena’s inside was quaking with fear as the understanding of his nickname “Death” took a whole different meaning. He was Death, and from the looks of the bodies impaled on those rock stakes, he earned it.

The entire concept of death would be so skewed it would likely destroy the world as we know it. “Who are you?” I can’t help but ask, wanting to know what kind of person thinks they can come here and threaten an immortal like that - even if that immortal poses a threat to a lot of people, including me. But I would never be foolish enough to threaten her life. He shifts, rubbing his hands together. “My name is Stace. I come from a realm very far away. I shouldn’t be here, doing this, but Death has become too much of a threat.”

(DECLAN’S POV) Demons don’t die. I never believed it, but here he It is—A dagger buried in his chest, neck stabbed, his blood soaking my pants—Yet his pulse flickers. Faint, but alive. “He’s not dead!” Dakor barks, pain lacing his voice. “Wanted in fifty-four countries and greatest felon alive. You’d have to do more than that.” Rifles click. Boots scuff against tile. And Dakor shifts, clutching his bleeding thigh.

THIRD PERSON POV "She's dead already." Kael stopped walking. His hand was on the metal door. Behind him, Ronan was breathing hard. "What?" Kael said quietly. Darius came out of the dark corner. His clothes were ripped and bloody. His eyes looked crazy. He was holding something in his arms. It was Celeste. She wasn't moving. Her head hung down wrong. "I said she's dead. Your girl. Just like my Celeste." The smell hit them. Death. Blood. Bad things.

The memory answers before she can stop it. Her back against the concrete pillar. The dead closing in. One hand pressed to her bleeding arm. The bag gone. Dex gone. No rescue. No miracle. Just her, laughing once because of course this was how it ended, because if she had known betrayal came with this much paperwork she would have asked for a receipt. She had still tried to get up. Even then. Especially then. “That’s a flattering way to say I died stubborn.” It was a statistically significant death. A laugh escapes her before she can catch it. Small. Ugly. Almost nothing.

In this life, consider it a debt repaid. Finally, on a night one month later, Stellan died. When he went, his lips were still moving. I had to lean close to make out the word. It was Ansel's name. I stood in the doorway of the cell for a long time without speaking. Then, I had his body wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into the common burial ground. It was not an act of cruelty. He simply did not deserve more than that. Daphne died a few days later. She starved to death. From beginning to end, I never went to see her again.

"How can you not know?" Celeste's gaze never wavered. "I truly don't. At Angel Reform Academy, those who die… their bodies are sometimes sent straight to the operating tables. Organs… no one knows where they end up. The rest… the waste, discarded into rivers or mountains, fed to beasts." Her words were blunt, the bite of wolfish reality cutting deep. Her confession was deliberate, a blend of truth and calculated torment. There was sorrow there, too-the kind that comes from knowing the harshest truths of pack life, the bitterest lessons of bloodlines and power.

“F*ck! You don’t want to live anymore? I still want to live! F*ck you! I’ll kill you!” Ajay and Madeleine were instantly enraged, and the blood vessels on their faces bulged out. Fortunately, Weston was there to stop them, or Gardner would have been in trouble. “Quiet down. Do you want another person to die?” At this moment, Gardner looked at Kanasan’s body. He sneered and said, “Kanasan is the one who lies in the coffin. The Death Judge didn’t say that the one who lies in the coffin must be alive. Most importantly, we now have ten hands.”

But the blood-red words were still there, floating right in front of me. 【It's over. The second you step into the advanced healing room, they'll call the Luna's time of death.】 【They're just waiting for you to walk in and be the damn scapegoat.】 【The entire room will cover for the Elder's daughter, Stella. They'll pin the Luna's death on you and call it medical malpractice.】 【BE CAREFUL!】 I gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Stella. She was a healer from my class and the only daughter of Head Elder Harrison.