Death Watch Darth Maul Novels & Stories

Lance screamed as Pauline took her last breath in his arms. I put my hands on his shoulder to comfort, but nothing can comfort him right now. After cremating the dwarfs, and helping them claim their right land. He left to our pack, where we proceeded with the funerals of martyrs. The dusk was overwhelming for all the pack members. Watching their beloveds getting buried six feet down in the ground. We have paid a hefty price in this war. My beta and delta were along my side and we salute all the warriors before the sun setted in the ground.

"This works. You get Damon. I distract Silas. The strike team takes out their leadership before the army can mobilize. It's clean." "Nothing about this is clean." "No. But it's necessary." A knock at the door interrupted us. Darius entered without waiting for permission, his expression urgent. "We have a problem," he said. Of course we did. Because nothing could ever be simple. "What kind of problem?" Caelan asked. "Marcus is dead." The words hit like a physical blow. "What?" "Found in his cell an hour ago. Throat slit. Clean kill." Darius's voice was tight. "Someone got to him before he could tell us anything else about Damon or Silas's plans."

SILAS I watch from the rooftop. Non-combatant. Observer. Recorder of history. This is what I do. Document death. Keep records. Ensure nothing is forgotten. My notebook is open. I'm writing as fast as I can. 7:04 AM - First death. Vampire hunter (designation V-12). Shot by Marie Castellano. Silver bullet to chest. 7:05 AM - Second death. Wolf fighter (designation W-03, name: James Moreau). Incinerated by dragon fire.

Finally, all four Red Moon kamikaze soldiers held their necks and fell to the ground, dead. As a matter of fact, it could be considered an honor for this group of soldiers to die at Mad King, Dalton Alroy’s hands. “Brother Dalton, you guys have made it.” When Shaun saw Dalton standing before him with that long sword, a load was finally off Shaun’s mind. Now that Shaun saw Dalton, it meant they had executed this mission perfectly. “Good job.” Dalton smiled and gave a pat on Shaun’s shoulder. Then, he brought his sword forward and made another slash. Instantly, that attack cut another soldier into two.

She will not last a minute if I remove my hand from her heart. Time seems to stand still as everyone’s world in the room shatters around them. Everyone is aware of what all this means. Don Mauro just killed the pack's leading doctor. And Keirah's livelihood depended solely on the pack's leading doctor's powers. And just like that, the monitor begins to beep loudly again. Assuring everyone that Don Mauro has added Keirah to his list of the victims who died on his watch.

​Bang. ​The sound was final, a period at the end of a long, dark sentence. The silence that followed was even louder, ringing in my ears. Dante slumped back against the sparking servers, his eyes staring wide at a ceiling he would never see again. The man who started the nightmare was finally gone. ​Malakai walked over to me, his hand shaking slightly from the adrenaline as he reached out to touch my shoulder. He looked at the body, then at the red screens of the Vault.

was something more than a wolf. Ashren walked over to me. He had dressed in fresh clothes brought by a scout, but he still looked haggard. The blood on his face had been wiped away, revealing the pale, shocked set of his jaw. "We counted twenty-two dead," Ashren said. His voice was quiet, lacking the boom of an Alpha command. "No survivors. They fought to the death." "They were programmed to," I said, watching Drax kneel beside the massive rogue I had killed with the kinetic blast. "These weren’t desperate strays looking for food, Ashren. They were soldiers. Suicide troops."

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

“I know Mara’s. She said it herself before Silas tore her throat out.” A hush went through the room at the mention of Mara’s death. Not out of sorrow. Out of awe. There was a difference. I rested both hands on the table. “We are running out of time. Draco knows the anchors are gone. He will send everything he has to crush the pack before Aurelia can use what she discovered.” Damien lifted one eyebrow. “So the endgame begins.” I looked at him. “It was always the endgame. We just came to it late.”

There was something about looking at the boy today that gave her mixed feelings. She pulled out her phone and searched for the movie. Lead actors were Benjamin Frost and to her surprise, his son, Benjamin Frost Junior. She scrolled up and saw a news report of a plane crash. She clicked on it and read through. As she did, she realised it was similar to the story Damien once told of how he lost his parents. The article described how the great Benjamin Frost died with his wife, but his son survived. As she reached the end, the last few lines caused her utter confusion.