Deku Death Novels & Stories

He collapsed to his knees, his life force slowly slipping away. With a cold, empty expression, Addison withdrew his sword from Chandler's body. The reality of what had transpired hung heavily in the air, the room now draped in suffocating silence. The grand duke of Adelstein, once a symbol of power and nobility, now lay motionless in death, a casualty of the sibling rivalry that had torn their world apart.

gave him a better shot at no commitment. “Should I tell Luc you’ll be back to the house in time for dinner?” His dead expression was back, and this time, Kimber didn’t look any closer. She doubted Deke was sensitive enough to have any demons, but if he did, she didn’t want to know them. “And pass up his cooking? I’ll be there.” Deke didn’t smile. In fact, he looked as cheerful as a man facing death row. “We’ll be ready.” Deke nursed a beer just inside the kitchen as he watched Luc open the front door.

The man began, followed by a dangerous laugh, which again annoyed me. However, I kept my cool, waiting for what the man was going to say. I know he was probably saying all this because he didn't know that the processor was the one that slaughtered five of the raven riders or Nazgul. Besides, that also explains what she was trying to tell me earlier. She said that five were slaughtered by her, three were nowhere to be found, and the priest was the last one. "As you all know, they went in different ways," the leader continued, his ugly, inhuman voice breaking me out of my thoughts. "My duke, the priest, grew more powerful, sought some of the men, slaughtered two of them, while the rest flew aw

“You don’t want to die, but you still want others to save you? Who would save an animal like you?!” “That’s right! You even want to have a fair duel with the Death Judge. Do you have the right? What an idiot!” “This fat judge is also stupid enough to emphasize that he’s a judge? In the death broadcast, there’s only the Death Judge! There’s no other judge!”

Derius said seriously with venom in his voice as he tightly gripped the knight's chin making him express such pain – though he knew that the knight he’s talking was no ordinary knight because he’s the only reason why Edil had to die in the duke’s hands The pain that Derius saw upon the feeling of the knight made him thrilled to do more so he gripped and gripped until the knight was coughing. The knight remembered what had happened with their previous leader, Edil dying in the hands of the duke because he failed to do his mission that – that’s what he thought - happening from the past enraged the duke to the point that he killed the leader of his shadow knights

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

Dex says from behind her. Maya looks at him over her shoulder. Dex Hartley is twenty-nine, handsome in the irritating way of men who don’t know where the plunger lives, and currently holding a spoon like he’s about to conduct a scientific trial on dairy products from the back of the fridge. “That’s not a defence,” Maya says. “That’s what people say before poisoning guests.” “We don’t have guests.” “Exactly. It would just be us. A murder-suicide via nachos.”

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

The Duke hadn't just woken up; he had taken the throne. ​He didn't use a scalpel. He didn't use medicine. ​He reached out and grabbed the silver needle with his bare hand. The metal began to melt, turning into liquid lead that hissed against the stone floor. Silas’s eyes widened behind his glasses. ​"The Duke," Silas whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and triumph. "He’s finally here." ​"I am not the Duke," the shadow said, its voice echoing from the very walls of the cathedral. "I am the Debt. And I am here to collect."

For a moment, nothing else exists. Not the council. Not the elders. Not the tension that has been hanging over this room since the meeting began. Just her. Then Elder Kai clears his throat. The sound cuts through the haze in my head, and I reluctantly pull my attention away from Laia. "There is a secondary matter," he says. My gaze shifts across the chamber and lands on Cael. Caden has him restrained, one hand clamped firmly on his shoulder, keeping him exactly where he is. "Alpha Maverick's cause of death has been formally confirmed by the Joint Medical Council," Elder Kai continues. "Duskbane poisoning. Administered over several days."