Devil's Kettle Deaths の小説・ストーリー

At that time, Chu Xun was carrying this big cauldron. Did Chu the Devil die? The cauldron had fallen into the hands of the Immortals. It seemed Chu the Devil really died. The Immortals were telling the truth. The entire starry sky was in shock. Chu the Devil, the one who made the various races gnash their teeth and wish they could eat his flesh and drink his blood, was killed. "It seems the Immortals didn't lie this time. Chu the Devil was really killed. The cauldron in the hands of the Immortals is the best proof."

“What now? Another complaint about finding the runaway princess or some ceremonial nonsense—” He stopped mid-sentence. Devon’s face had changed. Not much—just a tightening of the jaw, a shadow passing through his eyes—but Phil noticed. He always did. “…That bad?” Phil muttered. Devon broke the seal slowly. Too slowly. Silence stretched. Then Devon exhaled, low and heavy. “Alpha Kadel is dead.” The words dropped like a blade. Phil stared at him. “What?” Saxon straightened. “He died earlier today.”

A webbed crack beginning to form at the glass edge of his world. The noise abruptly came to a halt and the stranger opened the car door. His body moved forward, but the claws of accusation reached out for his heels, gripping tightly so that all he could hear were the whispers that had started to socialize with the demons in his head. "Do you think…?" "No. He's just a kid." "Yeah, but he wouldn't be the first child to kill their own family. I mean look at him, he's freaky. Plus, a fire like that is insane, his mom was missing an arm for Christ’s sake…"

Charlotte counted on her fingers and checked the date on her mobile phone. “Yes, you are right. It will be a blood moon soon and the devil will be out for the hunt again.” The mere mention of that sadistic murderer brought goosebumps to her skin. She gazed up at him, who was posting the details of the devil’s previous attacks. “The first killing spree was noticed in the late eighties, when a hundred corpses were found headless in a bar. The sheriff of the East London called it a homicide and tried to bury this matter, but my father lord investigated it in person.

Rhett analyzed the scene and nodded as he turned to face Raphaël. "Yep, they are definitely dead." "Cazzo." Raphaël mumbled under his breath. My shoulders tensed when I felt sick to my stomach but not for puking. I have a really bad feeling about this. "Okay, let us not waste any time." Dante and Marcello were in a different SUV, along with other soldiers just for backup.

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

Zoey’s POV I woke up to two familiar voices and I suddenly remembered what was going on, I tread lightly toward Alex but just before I could reach their distance, I heard Alexa talking which made me freeze. “Dad didn’t have a natural death.”, I overheard her saying as I leaned by the near wall. “He loved The Queen, but once he started to get too close to her, Queen Mary’s blood killed him. She didn’t know, but he could feel that he was getting sick. He knew, but stayed with her till his last breath because he loved her.”

I just lifted the guitar and slammed it against him until he started bleeding. But Mark remained kneeling submissively and let me hit him. His face was covered in blood, and he looked like he had lost his mind. In the end, he trembled and hung his head low. One week later, Rachel and Mark disappeared amid all the hatred. Many people believed that they had fled to another country because they had committed murder. But the truth was that Mark had sent Rachel to Mirany, a country full of violence, fraud and lust. As for him, he took my corpse with him and took the exploration route we first took together.

It was both. I turned my chair and rolled toward the other end of the table, passing by men who commanded fleets, moved heroin by the ton, and ordered deaths with the click of a tongue. And none of them knew I was already digging. Quietly. Patiently. The cameras on that night were wiped. But I’d bought the cleanup crew who found the remnants. One of my men—the only one who was allowed to watch Bella that night—died with a dose of toxin in his blood I hadn’t seen used in twenty years. The same blend that once brought a city to its knees.

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.