Death Watch Darth Maul Novels & Stories

Here he was, being intimidated by the creature but there she was, princess looking quite fine and regal and incredible as she sat on that very same fearsome creature that they were trembling at just looking at it. "F*ck! I absolutely refuse to die now!" Dalton put his right hand on his half left limbs, smirking, "hello!! God of Death, I will need you to take a rain check on collecting my soul. I need to live on longer to see more of these… I want to see the future of this princess of ours!" Dalton said to himself but he had lost so much blood and he fainted.

If so I need to get the girls away from them as quickly and humanely as possible. They're not good guys though they may seem it on the outside inside they don't give a shit about anyone but themselves ever since Maulvey’s sister committed suicide they became the most deadly drug dealer assassin and I feel that a storm is coming and the worst one in history one that can cause a war between the mafia and the drug lords. There has already been some ruckus about Dreads death and if they are blaming either of these two girls as well as the Greens they will take their ultimate revenge and it won't be pretty.

“Thanks to our ability to heal, we have no casualties, but we lost five pack members to the cold hands of death.” Gnashing my teeth, I turned around and faced him. “And all fifty of Alpha Thane’s men?” “They’re all dead, we made sure of that, my lord.” My thoughts darted to that moment Han sank his teeth on the neck of her father's gamma, for the second time, clawed his chest and hurled him to a tree. “Her father's gamma, did you make sure he was dead?” “He wasn’t breathing, my lord, our men made sure of that before leaving,” he said.

“It's been so long, boys…” “Honestly. we thought you were already dead.” Declan looked at Jamie with mixed expressions. “I thought I am.” Jamie nodded and drank his beer. Diane and Cylas served them the beers and some decent dinner that smelled so good. They were sitting at the outdoor dining table, right next to Jamie's house. Declan and Finn sat opposite Jaime the dwarf, one of the greatest long-lost Blue Moon soldiers. They really thought that Jaime was dead.

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

“I’d rather die than let you touch me.” Kael’s eyes darkened with murderous intent. “Then so be it,” he snarled, delivering one final, devastating blow that sent Aurora into unconsciousness. Kael stood over her motionless body, his chest heaving. “Let this be a lesson,” he muttered. Opening the door, he glanced down the hall to ensure no one had witnessed his crime. With a cruel smirk, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Aurora to her fate.

The warehouse fell silent save for the dull, repetitive thud of the bat and Deather’s cold, unfeeling laughter. When he finally stopped, the lifeless body of Mr. Wong lay in a twisted heap at his feet. Deather wiped a hand across his blood-splattered face, his grin unwavering as he turned to his men. The Scarface Cartel members stood in tense silence, heads bowed, their breaths shallow and fearful. “What I did was right, isn't it Drako?” Deather said, addressing his consigliere without so much as glancing at him. Drako nodded hesitantly, his expression stoic yet wary. “Your verdict has never been wrong, Deather.”

After that, he turned around and gave the Sacred Spring Water to Fiona, who he said needed "recovery." Vivian wiped her tears and looked at him coldly. "You took her only chance to survive and gave it to someone else. You killed Daisy!" When Vincent heard those words, he started shaking. His strength gave out, and he dropped to the floor. "So she really was sick... I thought she was just causing trouble. I killed her..." Then something seemed to hit him. He lifted his head suddenly. "Soul Decay Syndrome is a fatal condition caused by long-term depression and emotional distress. Daisy was my Luna. She never suffered like that. How could she have gotten something like this?"

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem. “Bitten?” she asked. “Doesn’t look it.” “Armed?” “Knife. Bad one.” “Intent?” “Mostly desperate.” Maya put down the soap. Then Miles added, “Says his name is Dex Hartley.” For one second, the room became very still. Not outside. Outside kept being outside: wind against corrugated metal, distant dead dragging themselves through streets they no longer had appointments in, someone swearing near the water tanks because gravity remained a bastard.