Gojo Death Stare Novels & Stories

He very much regretted his decision. He should’ve shouted Harvey’s true identity and let Daito know. The fate of the Island Nations relied on this very information. It was a shame that there was no medicine for regret. There was no way back. Filled with his deepest regrets, Myata’s head tilted ever so slightly as he stopped breathing, He lay on Scarlett’s skirt, no longer alive. The crowd was dead silent. ‘He died?!’ ‘Did Miyata really die just like that?!’ ‘An Island Nation God of War and the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way… was killed off that easily?!’

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

We were pushed aside. “200 joules—clear!” Her body jolted. Once. Twice. Nothing. The silence that followed was louder than anything else. I turned to Steffano— And saw it. Tears. Falling silently down his face as he stared at Glo. Lifeless. My knees weakened. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on as if that alone could keep us both from breaking. “This can’t be real…” I sobbed. “Please… please let this just be a nightmare…”

she mumbled, taking a step forward involuntarily. Teresa gulped hard, her body trembling, hands still locked with those of her son, Leo. A tear slid down his cheek as he stared at Lisa’s cold body. Marco leaned back into his chair. That single shot killed every lingering fight left in him. With a stretch of his arm, he locked hands with his wife. Roberto D’Amore glared at Dante, eyes filled with rage. His breath came unevenly, his teeth gritted as if holding back a scream.

The bright leather shoes, followed by straight trouser legs and fitting suits, still glimmer with a clean gleam in the murky night Looking up, the eagle eyes are icy and dark, and the face is cold and mountain-like, with thin lips and tight lips without any temperature. "Seven master, she is Jojo," Whit Ben murmured, clutching his hair in a tangle, turning to face William and pointing to the pained woman on the ground. Jojo also noticed William, and his tear-filled eyes quiver once more. With unclean hands, he climbed towards William and gripped his legs. "Help me, brother, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." William then bowed his head and hung his eyes, which were cold and dreary.

, I prayed that it was a nightmare, and I was going to wake up any second now. Deol gave a sign for the two men holding Jay down to let him go. Jay stayed kneeling in front of Deol, staring at him with a murderous expression. Deol smirked, and pulled the trigger. The bullet torn Jay's skull and left at the back of his head. A massive blood stream came out right away covering his face and slowly dying eyes. His dead body fell on the ground… motionless.

I was too focused on the task of executing Deimos. Deborah is standing at the edge of the training grounds, close to the entrance of the catacombs. Her funeral gown flaps around her legs and the breeze lifts her dark hair from her shoulders, blowing the long strands in her face. Griffin follows my gaze and starts to tremble. “No. What?” “I don’t know,” I whisper. “Oh Goddess,” Jaeger says as more of the mates start to appear. Some of them still resemble mummies, others don't appear dead at all, but they are so pale that they look like ghosts.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

For a moment neither of us speaks. The silent realm stretches endlessly around us. Then I realize something. I am still holding his hand. And the tattoos are still calm. My fingers tighten slightly. Kieran notices the same thing at the exact same moment. His gaze lifts slowly back to mine. The realization passes between us without words. The burning never came. And neither of us knows why. But as I stand in this place of truth, holding the hand of Death while his ink stays quiet, I cannot stop thinking about that flicker in the man-shaped figure’s eyes.

Who knows. I get distracted by some footsteps but I don’t look away from Mags, she’s my only focus. “If this is the sack of shit you want to defend, here he is. Viuda Negra dies tonight,” Dozer booms, as he drops Hugo on the ground, feet away. The male cries out in agony, though if he’s as high as I’m guessing he’s probably feeling a fraction of what he should. The Reeve’s eyes go wide as his arm with the gun lowers on its own. Mick doesn’t wait. We run toward him at full speed with all we have, just as I see a wolf I know to be Asher, also known as Missile, lunges from behind.