Deathless Death Novelas e Histórias

, he’s shaking as the dagger fell to the ground. “The known killer of Werewolves?” Other were-rogue asks. I devilishly smirked doing my attack towards the naked man. Throwing my dagger straight to its heart. They alerted themselves as they saw how their companion turns to ashes. “Yes. I am Death. You want to be one of my favorite collections?” I showed myself yet they can’t see my face due to the black skull mask I’m wearing. They should have attacked me but my hands are quicker than them. I pulled two of my 45 caliber guns. And shoot their foreheads and hearts making their early death. My gun has a silver bullet that contains the same mixture of venom and wolf's bane.

While I remained poker face and just staring at Death. "The last one is a Golden personalized Shurikens from Ms. Celeste Winchester! She use it to kill the seven hundred reapers and assassin's when she's just 13 years old! That's so amazing right? So as you can si It's like a double star so it's very unique and it's with her name! It's just a Five shurikens so Let's start with 100 Thousand! " I immediately took an interest because of what Death said. So Celeste killed more than 700 people by just using that shurikens? Just Five Shurikens? How come ???? "Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I remove my shirt and pull it over the frame covering the photo. Then I reach down and look at the plaque once more. ‘For Clem.’ staring back at me and with a grunt of effort, I rip it from its glued spot and stick it in my pocket. The dishonor of refusing to name the Alpha and Luna he killed is apparent. His desire for his daughter to know their deaths were her fault is even more noticeable. I turn and find Ivy standing at the next grotesque trophy case, frozen as she reaches out with shaky hands to touch the wedge that nearly broke me. My skin prickles at the sight of my blood dried on it and she growls before kicking the monument down.

the beta in questions daughter in so little. Nudity in packs is not an unusual thing but I preferred what was mine to stay mine. I was definitely not comfortable walking around in my birthday suit like some and I didn’t see that changing ever. Just as I reach the door handle I hear muffled male voices and turn. A group of the Alphas were in the hallway. One of them taller than the rest, catches my eye, their jaw clenching. They return their attention to the group and redirect them in the opposite direction. I step in the bathroom and try to think where I had seen him before. He was taller than the rest, tan with rock solid muscle. Intimidating to look at and that’s saying something consider

Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

", Delilah replied him, refusing to be cowed. "This person could be a threat to the order and although I am not scared, I like to nip buds of trouble early", Nathan argued. " I understand your point but I wouldn't worry too much. I want to go celebrate Damian's death", Delilah said but Hades butted in " Is he dead?" " What?", Delilah questioned but Hades took his time removing his legs from the table and righting himself before replying, " We have no proof that he is dead, we haven't seen his body or that of his personal assistant, only a damaged car. We can't be too trusting of everything"

Enardo and Helena held their breathe, their hearts pounding loudly in their ears, whoever was walking towards them was dangerous and is ready to make their heads roll. Soon, the movement stopped, then a flicker of candles were lit up in the room, then the figure came forward, dressed in black overalls and black masks, not even the eyes were visible. The face was perfectly hidden in the mask. “Who are you?” . Enardo asked with a flicker of panic in his eyes. “I am DEATH.” The words sent shivers down their spines and they shuddered in fear. “What— do— you— mean?” Helena asked in a shaky voice.