Gojo Death Stare Novels & Stories

The father of the bastard who had used my wife’s blood as his weapon. Mateo, Sofia, and Nitta stood around him, guns drawn, aimed straight at his chest. A circle of steel and hostility, a reflection of the atmosphere pressing down on the room. He saw me—his nephew—standing before him, but not the boy he had once manipulated. That version of me had died long ago. "You won’t walk away from this," Daiki rasped, a bitter laugh curling at the edges of his mouth, though it trembled under the weight of his own fear. "And Gojou... Gojou will destroy you."

The one and only Deathstroke. If he thinks he's so good for killing my girl, I can't wait to see how he reacts to seeing the face of the one and only Reaper. I jumped into the ring and pummeled him into the ground. I held him down, punching him over and over again. Nothing could ever make me stop. All I could see was Sienna's lifeless body hanging off the side of the stage. A picture that I'll never be able to erase from my mind. I faintly hear Javier in the background instructing someone to help him. I was glad I had Javier. Without even knowing what was going on, he was immediately on the scene. With Javier looking after Sienna, it meant that I could focus on this scumbag in front of me.

She quickly turned around and saw nothing. "The Williams family members are all dead. The entire Williams Village has been razed to the ground, and Derek is dead, too!" The voice spoke again from behind, causing Jojo to break out in a cold sweat. "Who are you? Show yourself!" Terrified, Jojo looked around but saw no one. Suddenly, as if realizing something, she tremblingly walked to the window. Through the window's reflection, Jojo's eyes widened in horror. In the reflection, she saw her own blurry image.

- Jestino "go ahead and die first"- David "What did you said!?"- Jestino "Jr! stop starting trouble!"- Kaye "all of us are scared but we need to be calm"- Bobby *UUUUGGGGGGG* *GGGUUUUUU* suddenly a weird voice has been heard from the blind spot corner of the rooftop! *gulp* all of us now are gulping it was too fast for the zombie to arrive here and its also impossible that a zombie is hiding, they don't have the intelligence to that act

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

I look at Enzo, but he's staring at the bodies with a stony expression. Giotto looks around and stared at us. I don't meet his gaze. I stare at the dead men and wonder what will happen to Enzo’s plan. These men were a part of his group. Without them, what changes? Everything? Nothing at all? "You may leave now." Giotto says to him. To me, he says, "Have a blessed life, my dear. I'm certain that you will be very happy beside Enzo." He places his hands on either side of my face and kisses my forehead tenderly. I don't have the will to shake him off. I'm shaking. I might fall to the ground at any moment.

His swollen left eye flicked open, his cracked lips twitched with some kind of internal satisfaction. “I’m not afraid of dying,” he whispered. “But you’re afraid of pain,” I replied, standing. “Which is a shame, because you’re going to feel a lot more of it.” I nodded once at Jiro, who handed me a long, narrow blade. “I’ll give you one more chance,” I said, kneeling again. “Who are you working for?” He spat at my feet. Disappointing. “Burn it all down,” he hissed, eyes gleaming through the blood. “You can’t hide forever.”

She remained her eyes on him as if he was the only person she was allowed to see. Renz’s eyes were open. His hands were spread open as though he was gladly meeting his death. His mouth gaped open as if he was caught by the death off-guard. Jennifer stared at his dead body, silent yet threatening. This was a different Jennifer that Primo had seen ever since. This woman right here was oozing with killing intent.

Picking up a stick on the floor, I gathered my hair together and tied it together to keep it out of my face. I waited for the right opening, waiting for one of them to lower their garred. Just one and the rest will follow. Listening carefully , watching them, one turned his attention away from me and there was my opening. Breaking out in a sprint towards the one who looked away they called out to him reaching for their guns but I was already in front of him hitting him with the yoko tobigeri (Side flying kick). That will keep him busy, with the force I approached him he should be down for a while in pain clutching his stomach.

He collapsed to the floor and began to violently jerk. Matteo watched as Jover bled from his eyes, nose, and mouth, he watched in terror as everyone looked on without fear or worry. Jover choked on his blood, dying a humiliating death as everything went dark. "The session has come to an end, please in an orderly manner evacuate the chamber," Festus instructed. Matteo watched, stupefied as the remaining guest followed the butler's instructions. They were going to leave the body! No one seemed to care.