Gojo Death Stare Novels & Stories

He clenched his jaw tighter and his blue, now dark eyes held my gaze with a deadly stare. The old lady screamed for help, pleaded, and cried but Massimo was a deaf man now. His grip on my throat grew tighter and I could sense myself dying and losing breath slowly. But I'll never apologize, I'd rather die. Massimo would be the death of me. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Jorge coming in but not coming close. He's afraid of Massimo too. I was dying slowly but I still mustered enough courage to return his gaze even if he was the last thing I saw before my death.

He sneers and still tries to attack me, but I just shift partially and raise my paw, tipped with sharp nails. Then, I press one nail against his neck and keep pushing until it sinks into his flesh. It’s surprisingly quick, his death. For all the trouble he caused, it feels anticlimactic. But at the same time, it feels right. The big man who didn’t have a fight in the end. I stand up as I watch him choke on his own blood. Soon enough, Roman arrives behind me. We watch Deimos die, clawing at his own neck, struggling to keep himself alive. But even with his strange powers, it’s too late.

Jin replied dead-malicious in what he did. Meanwhile, Benjoe was already standing. "It's you again! Benjoe said, gritted his teeth while frowning" It's your turn! this time, I won't hold back anymore! Get ready to die ! " Rawr! He rushed Jin. He moved like a strong wind from storm, and everything in his path flew away because of the power he unleashed. "You're a dead cow hahaha! A disciple said excitedly. Benjoe adjusted his fist to give his strongest blow. He had nothing else on his mind but to kill Jin.

It should have been impossible to escape. And yet— I smiled. Wide. Unrestrained. Almost delighted. A wild grin stretched across my face as I met her gaze head-on, standing still in the moment right before death. Then— A grunt cut through the air. Blood splashed across the floor in a violent arc. Leo stood in front of me. Expressionless. Still. A thin line of blood ran from the corner of his lips as a massive hole gaped through his chest. Lilith’s arm had gone straight through him without hesitation, without resistance.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

A dark figure stood among the distant trees beyond the manor walls. Watching. Waiting. Motionless. Moonlight illuminated a pair of silver eyes. Eyes fixed directly on me. Then the figure smiled. And vanished into the darkness. Leaving me with one terrifying question. Who was watching the girl who had returned from the dead?

But Giovanni is still pressing the eyes, sinking his thumbs entirely into Gioacchino's eye cavity. As no sigh of the old man moves, Giovanni gasp, with heaving chest and an excruciating pain… It hurt so much that he can barely move. But when he finds strength to pull the bloody fingers out, he notices there’s a hole in what should be eyes. Blood drips from the mouth, nose, and what supposed to be eyes of the old man, who is no longer breathing. Gioacchino is dead. “Ci vediamo all'inferno, farabutto...” (See you in hell, fucker…)

What's Truce doing here? He's the last person I expect to see here because I'm being accused of killing his father. Truce carefully moves Bella out of the way and stands directly opposite me. His fiery green eyes bore into me for a while before he spoke. “Did you kill him or not?” His expression is calm, betraying no emotion. He looks great in a black trouser, black shirt, and a long black coat. His hair is packed in a ponytail, defining his already perfectly handsome features.

He could stoop to any level. “Come on, give me a handjob girl,” He moaned as he pulled out his dick off his pants, forcefully made Mia hold it in her hand and moved it up and down. Mia’s eyes widened and face contorted into disgust. Bile rose in her throat and bitter liquid filled her mouth. “Plea..” she didn't get the chance to finish the word as she threw up on Jojo’s face. “Bitch!” Jojo screamed in horror as he left her and jumped off the Sofa and got to his feet.

He was staring dead ahead—expression carved from stone, fury in his eyes. From the smoke, a silhouette stepped forward. Not Varek. Diego. Alive. Armed. And smiling like the devil himself. “Miss me, brother?” Blackout.