Death X Puss In Boots Novels & Stories

Truly dead this time. Xavier let the gun slip from his fingers. It clattered onto the wood. He slumped forward, his forehead hitting the floorboards next to the gun. His breathing was a thin, whistling sound that slowed, then stopped. The life force he had been hoarding was finally spent. "Lucian!" Phineas ignored the corpses. He dove for Lucian, who was slumped against the wall, his chest a map of nineteen puncture wounds. "Lucian, look at me! Stay awake! Don't you dare close your eyes!" Phineas ripped the remains of his own tunic off, wadding the fabric and pressing it hard against the heaviest bleed in Lucian’s chest.

Walker gazed down at his mouse and smiled, “You know half of them aren’t true, Roxie.” “And the other half are!” Roxie pushed him off of her, “Tell me.” “I didn’t see anything bad,” Walker lied, “I saw...” “I saw you, Walker! I saw you with my own eyes..” Roxie sobbed, “Don’t do this to me. Don’t hold back on me, baby..” “Fine! I saw...I’m...” Walker croaked, “I’m dead, Roxie.” “No...” Roxie fell into his arms, “No...”

He was the most dramatic fuck I've ever met and I was getting tired of this. I pull out my gun and fire it at his feet, twice for each leg. It barely grazes the tip of his expensive oxfords yet he didn't flinch, just gave me an unimpressed look. "You just had to suck all the fun out of everything, don't you?" He sighs and comes over to my desk, pointing at the girl in the picture. "You've obviously heard the rumours going around that Cypher has risen from the dead, right?"

Dash appeared from the hollow tree behind and stared at the poisoned bounty hunter who went by the name 'Husky', who was having a hard time breathing. He coughed violently over and over again, until he coughed out blood. "Sh*t!" Husky cursed. "F*cking poison." He coughed violently over and over again, rasping and gasping for breath after the fits of cough. It was so bad that Dash changed his mind. This Husky guy was going to die anyway. There was no need for him to risk his life. Quietly, he pressed a button and the hollow tree closed up, knowing fully well that Husky had barely a few hours left to live.

Before my wide, horrified eyes, he downed the entire bottle without any hesitation. "Dad!" I lunged forward to stop him, but my hands passed straight through his body. I could only watch helplessly as he swallowed every last drop. A few seconds later, he collapsed heavily onto the floor. Blood and white foam spilled from his lips, and his pupils began to dilate. At the very end, it was as if he could finally see me. He looked toward the corner where I stood and choked out a broken whisper, "I'm coming to make it up to you, buddy. I'm… so sorry…"

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

he said slowly, in low breaths. "And I will be waiting for it but I hope you meet all those women you killed and appease them before you come back to me. Fool. Finish it," he commanded the assassin, just as Grays' heart was ripped out. Taking in his final breath, he died a painful death, with his eyes still open even as his soul departed from his flesh. Blood flooded the warehouse like rainwater, as Isaac turned to Tony. Now they understood the reason why the two men wore Wellington boots. As soon as they reached the entrance, they changed back into their luxury loafers.

he says in a gruff voice laced with years of nicotine abuse. “Fuck… you…” I groan, stumbling when I try to get to my feet and sprawling over the concrete floor again. He grips my hair from behind and pulls hard, causing me to cry out. “No, thanks; that pussy’s been tainted by a vamp cock. Fucking Katherine Décès, daughter of the great Alexander Décès, and I have her right in the palm of my fucking hand. No wonder he wants you dead or alive; you’re a fucking disgrace!” He huffs. Then, as I’m on my knees, I feel the cold steel of a Beretta pressed against the back of my head and the sound of the hammer being pulled back.

Crassus stared at the direction of Dagon with an unclear gaze before directing it at Chanel. "You lost him, didn't you?" "Obviously." Replied Chanel as she turned to look at him, a cold smile lurking at the corner of her lips. The two locked gazes for a while before the man broke free and walked into the house. Later that night, Drexa towered over the place where she buried Cassidy's body. Behind her were three vampires with shovels. Drexa took a swing from the alcohol which she held before taking several steps backward. She turned away from the grave and said, "Get me the coffin."