Frieza Kills Gas Novels & Stories

--- The dark memory of the screams of my tribe members as they are slain echoes in my mind. “Don’t do it, Nefzaan!” I warn, raising my hands in surrender. Not my child… A cold smirk crosses his lips. “This is but a taste of what is to come…” He says and with those words, he drives the dagger into Friya’s belly before he beheads her. A roar rips through the air and I gasp, jolting up in bed, the image of him cutting her head off before she falls to the ground dead, flashing before my eyes, again and again.

Her mother said as she watched her daughter die with tears in her eyes. Freya struggled to set herself free from the grasp of the guard holding her in place, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get free of his grasp, she watched her mother come closer and closer to her with the knife she had used to kill Irie still in her hand, with her sister’s blood still dripping from the knife, with the tears still in her mother’s eyes.

For him to kill their father and their uncle, he certainly has soared in strength, as no one had ever succeeded in killing both men. “Lower your blade, warrior,” he tells Freck. But the latter struggles to listen. “Zechariah, fighting disgusts me. But if you push me, I will not hold back,” Frail warns. Freck remains headstrong. Zeedar grabs his wrist and tries to force his hand down. But he doesn’t apply much strength. If he does, mistakes could happen. Yet, Freck doesn’t let Zeedar’s urge move him. Frail then grabs the wrist, shifts back, and swirls Freck around so that the latter’s back is now faced to him. Now Freck’s hand twisted to his back, and he groans as Frail kicks the back of his

They were silent, lethal, and programmed to kill anything with a biological signature. Sora didn't use his frequency. The sound would alert the surface teams. Instead, he drew his combat knife. He leaped from the pipe, a shadow in the dark. His blade sliced through the first drone’s optic sensor before it could chime. He spun in mid-air, his silver claws extending from his left hand to crush the second drone’s casing into a ball of scrap metal. The third drone swiveled, its internal Gatling gun spinning up. Before it could fire, a massive black hand reached out from the shadows and crushed it flat against the wall. Vardan stepped into the dim light, his eyes glowing gold.

"S-scum, let me go... I-I'm dying..." Frederick's fingers instantly tightened. "Then, die!" Freya knew she was on the verge of death. He wasn't joking or threatening; he truly intended to kill her! And yet, he was the man she loved most! "Fred—" Freya tried to cry out, gasping for even a single breath, but her chest felt hollow, as if all the air had been stolen from her lungs. On the verge of suffocation, she stared at him, her eyes wide with terror and disbelief.