Death Wings Novels & Stories

In the end, they decided to work for AB organization and soon just vanished as if kept underground, reserved for a certain use. "He sold his daughter and wife after some time. In the end, was killed one night, by his son, Ryan Williams." The ending left them all shocked. There were two things they didn't saw coming in it and the third was yet to come. "Who is he?" Jane asked and Levi nodded. He was searching for a picture of Ryan Williams, his fingers typing fast on the keyboard of the laptop, which suddenly paused and he turned pale. "What?" They asked him but he didn't move.

Even the dumbest guy around knew just how formidable Ashton was now. "Kill him! Don't let him leave here alive!" Dex roared. His eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at Tucker, who was now lying dead in a pool of his own blood. The members of the Wraiths exchanged looks before steeling themselves and rushing at Ashton together. Those in their line of work had long accepted that they could die at any given moment. When confronted with an enemy, their only option was to kill or be killed. "Since you're all so eager to die, how can I not oblige?"

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

They were Death Warriors. Death Warriors, Suicide Warriors, Sacrificial Fighters, etc. There were many names for them. But they all meant one thing – someone whose life is worth nothing to their master. Death Warriors were warriors raised up and groomed all for the purpose of giving their lives for the ‘greater good’. They were meant to slow people down, and weaken stronger foes so that others can garner all the praise that came with conquering their enemies. That was what these profound wielders were doing. They didn’t fear death. They didn’t care about their lives at all. All they wanted to do was to inflict some sort of damage before dying so that Mane and Abe would be weakened sufficient

I rip his head clean from his body and toss it aside like trash. The others scramble for their cars. I don’t hesitate. I kill every last one of them. No survivors. No legacy. No mercy. They all pay for Cross Athen. *** Monday. 1st February. Two days later… Morning. I stand at the cemetery as Cross’ coffin is lowered six feet under. His wife wails uncontrollably, grief tearing through her like something alive. His little girl clings to Cross’ mother. The poor woman helpless in her wheelchair, watching her son disappear into the ground.

“Let’s try it out then.” Kayson landed a palm strike while Dawson looked on in disbelief. “You—” Kayson’s energy hit Dawson’s head, killing him on the spot as he slowly fell limp to the floor. The arrogant third heir of the Wolfendens died just like this. The middle-aged bodyguards widened their eyes in horror. Their third heir had just died! Even Sadie looked frozen, not expecting Kayson to really do anything. “A-Are you crazy? Do you want to get killed!?” Mr. West eventually woke up and stared at Dawson’s body in disbelief.

Death was a tall 6'5", slim man with mostly pale skin. His arms, like his legs, were pitch black. His hair was long, about shoulder length, and almost as dark as his limbs. Death was wearing a dark purple robe that went down to the top of his shins with a hood on the back. The sleeves were long enough to cover his lanky arms. His office was a simple room, about eight-hundred square feet, with grey walls. There was a desk and a plaque behind the desk that reads "Memento Mori" Death didn't care for the plaque and often saw it as kind of a joke. He was given it as a gift though, so he kept it hung up at all times, hoping his new recruits wouldn't notice.

There were no emotions, the endless whirlpool of swirling death was like a bizarre dream. After an incredibly long time, Vic raised his head, listened to the rustling emptiness. He looked around incredulously, feeling quite alive. A desert of ashes reigned around, very close, a gentle breeze fanned heaps of black particles lying in the shape of human bodies - all that was left of the decapitated delonhs whispered something softly.

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a