Esdeath Akame Ga Kill Novels & Stories

I smiled at Death, she smiled too. “Oh, when I give you my commitment, I’ll be in your mind forever and you can talk to me using TeleCom,” she explained, so I just nodded to answer. “But how come I can give you my commitment if you can’t even walk haha.” She said while laughing so I just frown at her. “All right, you make me feel really bad, I need to get my body treated and let it rest hahaha,” I said while also laughing to Death, she then suddenly hugged me and whispered… “Sephtis Kali Picosa, Accept me whole, this is my Hold and I surrender to you.” She whispered and kissed me on the lips and Death suddenly turned into black smoke and she suddenly entered my mouth…

' 4 seconds left'FUKKKKKKEEEYOU GAMMEE~' Closing his own eyes pulling Daisuke by his neck placing his own warm lips upon the cold onces. 'Please, at least I don't want to die by the hands of the character I made myself'

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Ethan kept pulling me along, never letting go of my arm, his steps sure and steady despite the chaos around us. We made it out of the building, and that’s when the full weight of what had just happened hit me. I had been so close to death—so close to losing everything. Ethan’s hand left my arm, but I could feel the shift in the air between us. There was no time to talk, no time to process, because the battle was far from over. The infected were relentless, and we had to retreat to the extraction point. --- We barely made it back to the rendezvous point in time. The team regrouped, covering each other’s backs as the infected continued to charge at us. I was exhausted, my body trembling from t

Her body is ice cold. “Esme, Esme. Wake up”. I shake her hand but get no response from her. I take a deep breath to calm my heart down. She will wake up. She cannot die. I shook her a little to wake her up but her body fell to the floor like a corpse. Realization dawns upon me and I take steps backward. Esme is dead. She died in the maze. She died because she could find the way. She was hungry and thirsty. There are several bite marks on her arms and feet. She died here. Oh, God! She died because of me.

Even though he is heartless to the extreme but he doesn't want to kill his father with his hands. Realising what he meant, Edward laughed happily. "In that case, I will be going then", he said intending to leave, but Ace snorted and turned, backing him. "Kill him", he just finished, and a bullet flew from the distance and pierced into Edward's forehead. His eyes widened in disbelief, but soon another flew and inserted into his forehead once more, and blood blurted out from his mouth. Throughout the time Ace didn't turn to look back until he fell down and died.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

I take the page. I read it standing, the way I have read every document she has handed me since the kitchen eleven days ago, with my whole body still and my eyes on the paper and my brother's gold watch heavy on my wrist. The handwriting is hers: precise, economical, the letters small and even. The header is bureaucratic, the kind of header you find on a hundred documents in a hundred archives, and it lists an authorization code, a Palermo operation, and a target. The target's surname is Armenise. Beneath the header, in the same careful bureaucratic hand that fills a dozen pages of the ledger, is a signature line. The signature is not a name. It is a code. A string of numerals and a single i

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.

I scanned through the document, turning the pages. Once. Then again. Deathless Death wasn’t there. My stomach tightened. “It’s been two years since I created it…” I said, lifting my gaze toward Asher. “Why isn’t it listed?” Asher’s eyes dropped to the file for a brief moment before he looked away in silence. “It’s because Deathless Death isn’t a pack weapon,” Ezra said. My brows furrowed. “It’s Asher’s personal weapon,” Ezra continued, his voice growing colder with every word. “A weapon he intends to use on himself.”