Deku Death Novels & Stories

A hush befell the scene. No one could let out a single sound at that moment because everyone’s mouths were so wide open that extra large-sized bowls could be fit into them. They had never thought that Mr. Ritz, a Rank 8 Evolved One, would die just like that. 'Death Arena, Death Arena! ‘A ghost has been added to the underworld, while Dicky Ritz is gone for good in the real world.' On the other hand, Lucas' stunning face was still composed as if nothing had occurred.

Thus, the number one God of War in England was rescued by the mysterious youth. Only later did Yeer find out that the mysterious young man was from the former captain of the eastern Divine Hawk special forces in the Sky Mansion Country, named Death. After returning to the territory of Italy, the cold air entered the body and tortured Yeer to death. Over the past few years, Yeer had been searching hard for the whereabouts of the Death God. Because he knew that the former Death God's medical skills were extraordinary, and he was sure to save him from the sea of suffering.

"No, that's impossible. Buker is very powerful. Besides, he's used to hiding his real powers. The world will never truly know the full extent of his cultivation. That makes me certain that Buker did not die over an internal conflict. Only a cultivator far more powerful than him could have taken him down with such ease. I just hope the killer doesn't become an enemy of Skermann. May he come in peace." … Within an hour, the news of Buker's murder had spread through all of Skermann and left everyone in shock. Ede's plan to target Skermann was also forced to a halt because of this, and even Kino, the cultivator in charge of carrying out military operations, was nowhere to be found. The Ede milit

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.

We have put an end to his life. "Holy shit! What in the world happened here?Okay, sorry that I'm asking this very stupid question . There is just one person that can do this and that is beta Gideon, he is the only one capable of doing this. Thankfully enough, he is dead with his daughter. They are all dead and gone. We are now preparing for the funeral and no one else has to go through this trauma.” Declan exclaimed behind me and he started explaining the moment he saw them.

,said Zane "What's that?" "Death",said Zane "That's why I'm here",said Derek "No...not the easy death",said Zane, fully clothed. "What do you mean?",asked Derek, now scared. "What? You thought they would kill me with one strike and call it a night?",asked Zane."They have planned a worse death for me....it's a death, specifically for dangerous werewolves. They call it RPJC, they prepare a bowl, where they put in names like 'head' 'leg' 'eyes' 'hand' 'finger' and they ask the public to take a draw. When they do, one of the royal guards goes in the tent where the accused is present, and draw blood from whatever part came in the draw. They don't let the public see, because it's too graphic for t

Richard looked at me and cursed. "You both fucked up bad, Death is back and I suggest you fucking run," he yelled and ran back to his bedroom. I closed my eyes as the heartache consumed me and strode out the deck doors, heading out towards the beach. I ignored the yelling from Miguel. I only briefly saw him stand and that little prick falling to the floor. My darkness was expanding and twirling around me. A tall polynesian man threw a burlap tarp over me and said not to fight him, that he was Death's caretaker and would take me somewhere safe. Very well, I growled and allowed myself to be carried away. I felt the wood beneath my bare feet and the movement of the water further underneath. I w

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

Enoch shook his head violently. "She isn't here, she escaped!" "Duke. Name." Clamping my claws tighter, Enoch's black blood discolored my fingers. "T-the Duke that lives here?" I didn't nod; I waited for his answer. How dense could he be? “D-Duke Mortus, he lives here. Gods, please don't kill me." I growled, my fingers crushing his windpipe. His head lulled to the side, his lifeless red eyes turned black as the life left him. It wasn't enough; he would stir back to life if I didn't dispose of him properly.

Elder Gaius offered, but the elders declined. "Alright, talk then," Richard urged, his patience wearing thin. "What's so important that you had to interrupt my... discussion with my father?" Elder Maori cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, Declan is dead, with no trace," he said, his voice gravey. Richard's eyes widened in shock, and he sat up straight in his chair. "What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising. Fabian's eyes also widened, his expression unreadable.