Escanor Die Novels & Stories

Why would there be a cemetery inside a forest? He stepped inside and started looking around. Soon he realized that it had tombstones only of the Astley family. All the ancestors as far as they had known. As he walked forward, he could look at the recent ones. He realized the pattern and ran towards the end. As he had thought, he saw the tombstone of the last leader. Louis Astley. It was written that he had passed away 6 years ago. He started looking around it. He saw the tombstone of Catherine Astley as well, she had passed away with him. Ryan didn’t know how they had died but knew that it had something to do with the Scotts. But he couldn’t ask them anything; he was just an employee for the

"It’s his newest DNA database scanner." Enrico raised an eyebrow, clearly not following. “What? Like, for people he knows?” “No,” I said, dragging the cursor down to a specific section of code. “This thing’s built to detect when our DNA shows up in any government database.” “Wait, what?” he blinked, stepping closer as I leaned in, showing him.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

Scar turned back fully her eyes scanning them taking notes if the bodyguards,how many minutes will it take her to beat this people up, nothing more than ten minutes,but her health,she can't risk fainting halfway in a fight. “You all get out from my property,this is a private property and this is trespassing” Scar said,they paid no heed as more cameras flashed,and more annoying questions were asked. “Did you lose your memories” “Did you have a grudge against everyone,so you disappeared to make them suffer for not standing up for you” Scar walked out as she got on a tractor, She turned the engine on ,it roared to life,she shifted the gear as the tires moved forward,the reporters screamed still

Not yet. The scanner’s voice Alexei’s recorded baritone echoed again: “Retinal scan required for full activation. One heir. One legacy. Failure to comply triggers purge. Sixteen hours remaining.” I stepped forward. The blue light flared brighter, a cold beam sweeping across my face. I forced myself to hold still eyes wide, unblinking as the machine mapped my retinas. A soft chime. Green light. “Scan confirmed. Luca Volkov Marino. Primary heir recognized. Access granted.”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

Colin furrowed his brows and took a few steps away. On the other hand, Brenda seemed completely heartbroken as she tried to reach and hit Colin. Behind her, Layla acted as though she was trying her best to hold Brenda back. One of the police officers cast Colin a glance. Then, he gripped Brenda by her shoulder and had her sit on a chair. The officer told the Larsons they had received a police report saying that there were human remains hidden inside the sculpture. The authorities were working on verifying the deceased's identity at the moment.

He leveled her eyes at the scanner and pressed the button to scan. FAILED TWO ATTEMPTS LEFT

“I’ll bring you something to eat later. You’ll be cared for. But until you remember what it means to be a Scanthin , until you remember how Sara died . Until then you’re not going anywhere.” And with that, she stepped out, shutting the door behind her, and Scar heard the lock latch. In spite of herself, she ran up the stairs to grab the doorknob, already knowing it was useless. She fiddled helplessly with the stubborn knob, and pounded once on the door, before she collapsed to her knees and began to cry.

Chopping my hand and placing it on the scanner would be certainly the easiest part… “I wonder if you are so blinded by love that you are choosing to scarify yourself, or you think you are clever…” he smirked, “But, I can tell you the truth… We need you alive, and… composed,” he snickered. “W…what do you mean by that?” his words confused me quite a bit. “The palm scanner is sensitive to body heat. For example, if we wanted to use your hand, after we would kill you, it wouldn't work,” he explained, nonchalantly.