Hanare Death Novels & Stories

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

"About all of it. The time we have left. The people we'll lose." "That's not worry. That's love." "Same thing." --- Hana died in December. Quietly, in her sleep, curled against Mireille. The way she lived — watchful, protective, fierce until the end. Celeste gets the call in the morning. She doesn't cry. Just sits on the couch, holding the phone, staring at the wall. "I should have been there," she says. "You were there. In all the ways that mattered." "That's not enough."

With her remaining strength, she stared at the sky that was starting to turn red, a sign that the sun was about to set, even though the cold touched the surface of her skin. "Lee Umji," she exclaimed softly. Her eyes then burst into tears, rather than the pain she felt. She felt so helpless, because she might not meet Lee Umji. Never. Just before Kim Hana started closing her eyes, she could hear the voices of people around her who seemed to be aware of what she was going through. * Ha Mino fell to his knees after getting a call from Hansung stating that Kim Hana died from a bullet that pierced his left chest.

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

“He is not Miles, Cheryl. He’ll never be like Miles. And he loves his sister.” I groaned. She’s right. I shouldn’t have yelled. Laura hesitated, then sat on the bed beside me. “Bad news,” she said softly. “What?” I asked, tugging a clean shirt over my head. “Reed Han is dead. He passed last night. We have a burial to plan.” I froze. Reed Han—Miles’s grandfather. The only one who knew about the kids. He loved us, visited us, kept our secret because he respected my wishes. He hadn’t been well since Anthony died.

She has defied death three times. When will she accept that she is meant to die at his hands? Ahn Hana is truly precious. She is the rarest jewel in the world. Haneul will become just like her. He lets out a laugh when he recalls how she insisted that he was Hong Dae Yi. She’s wrong. There is no leak. Everything that could prove that he was Hong Dae Yi is gone from this world, whether it was a human or some other piece of evidence. What can she do?

A glint of light flashed in Jacknife’s eyes… Other than anger and resentment, he was also filled with worry. His head tilted to the side before dying in Manager York’s arms. The place was dead silent. Jacknife… The family’s former best expert… And the former sovereign of the Shindan Way… A God of War! A Sword Saint! He died?! Just like that?! And Harvey was the one who snapped his neck in half after painstakingly humiliating him?! Manager York and the others remained still. They did not expect that Harvey would still dare to do something like this after being duly warned.

Hana shook her head again, tears dripping from her eyes. "I can't do that, Fyn," She sobbed, louder. "He's dead." It didn't even surprise him. Chuckling darkly, Fyn shook his head, "What? The village finally killed him?" "No," There was an expression on Hana's face that Fyn couldn't quite point out. She looked as if she was choosing her next words carefully, "He got sick, and he died, Fyn." Fyn furrowed his brows, "He died that fast?"

Then, he sneered and added, “Some time ago, the sixth leader of the Yakuza died inexplicably in his own heavily guarded hot spring resort in Hokkaido. Do you know about it?” Hiroshi immediately nodded. “Almost everyone in Japan knows about this incident. It was reported on the news that he died of a brain hemorrhage.” “Brain hemorrhage?” Yahiko snorted. “Nah, it’s fake news from the public. In reality, he died at the hands of a Ninjutsu master!”

Jarek replied in a low voice. Tinsley was stunned by his words. She stared at him as if she couldn't believe his words. "What?" Tinsley asked. "Mr. Hart died." Jarek quietly replied again and closed his eyes to hide the emotions in them. Jarek was not that close with his father but that does not mean that he didn't feel sad about Mr Hart's death. It was shocking to him because he never expected that the man he had always held a grudge against would suddenly die like that.