Hashira Deaths Novels & Stories

“What… what happened to Kira? Where’s Dante?” Williams followed close behind him, his eyes wide with horror. “Is that… what happened to Asher why is he.. is he..” I nodded stiffly, unable to find the words. Viktor turned to me sharply. “Luna Odessa.. what happened here? Where is Dante?” I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat hard. “Gone.” He blinked in confusion as he tried to hide his panic. “What do you mean by gone?” “I mean…” I said slowly, My voice quivered as I spoke, “the Wraiths came… after Kira died no.. after she became unconscious, they wrapped him in shadow… and when it lifted, he was gone. No trace. No sound. Nothing.”

He answered me. “Well, SHILA was murdered. She, like our Alpha Kaden, fell in love and gave her body to the man she loved. In turn, she lost her immortality. Her enemy found out what no one knew and she was killed. She died in my presence. The floorboards creaked as I placed my feet on them, gently guiding myself from the ground floor to the up stair room. “When she died,” I continued. “She lay, just the bodies here, absolutely still without decay. But do you know the terrible thing?”

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

Stanley shrugged. "I don't think so. If it's a coincidence, then it is crazy. What is crazier is the girl she keeps mentioning as my mate. Do you think she is a seer who might be telling me my future?" "Get serious, seers don't exist" "Then what explanation do you have for this?" Stanley sighed. "I don't know," he said truthfully. "She also said she is Kira, but in another body. She said she died in her past life and woke up as another person. Isn't that crazy?" I scoffed, taking a sip from the bottle of water in my hands

"That is a very serious accusation, Hila," Luna Seneca stepped forward and leveled her darkest gaze on the shewolf, who then shrank back and relinquished some of her anger. It seeped from her heaving shoulders, and Ariella could almost taste the tension and bitterness in the air. The newly widowed shewolf was shocked, grieving. Pointing a finger of blame would either help her deal with the tragedy, or stir up a deeper resentment towards the young Alpha. "How else do you explain it?" Hila tentatively raised her eyes to her Luna. "This is the fourth death in the last few months. No one has found the killer. Which means, he is among us still."

Javier then smiled and whispered to Herschel, “There might be more of his men hiding around the area.” Upon seeing Herschel nod his head and gesture that he understood what his instructions were, Javier directly performed seppuku on the man in front of him. “Sorry, but this is the end of the line for you.” Now that their leader was dead, his subordinates tried to reach for their guns. Unfortunately, their movements were obviously not as fluid as Running Man and GTR’s. Thus, the moment they were about to reach for their guns, each and every one of them was shot in the head and sent to the afterlife.

"HOW COULD YOU DIE?! HOW COULD YOU?!" I shouted into Hiro's dead body, thinking as if he would answer my wailing call, my painful question. Running dry of words, all that's left are my tears and his cold body. I've been saying goodbye for the past few days without knowing I was doing it for my sake. Yelling, shaking his body, scratching my own body— I was in distress. Nothing left to do. It was the same pain I felt when Kira and Loki died.

No one knew what they were saying. “Thank you, Death Inquisitor! Please kill them quickly!” Harriman was sitting on the chair at this moment. His entire body was trembling. The fat on his body was trembling non-stop. It was as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The hand that was holding the gavel was also trembling. As he dropped the gavel on the ground, his eyes turned to look at the black invitation card, and his expression was full of horror and fear.

"After me died… your company never even went bankrupt." Takuto blinked. "What?" "Yamada—the executive who framed you—his fake accounting was uncovered just one week after me death. Auditors caught everything. If i had just… waited…" Rishi laughed without mirth. "If i still endured for a few more days, we would have survived everything." Takuto’s world tilted. He felt it in his bones—the sheer absurdity of their previous ending. The waste. They had died for nothing. Their love, their sacrifice… meaningless in the eyes of time.

“We both know you want me.” “Oh, Kiran. Is Kai really that special?” Death asked him, with a smile on his face. “Yes!” Kiran yelled. “Is this that whole love thing again?” Death asked, and laughed. “Please.” Kiran looked at him, but Death wasn’t there anymore. “Hryggr um tíð,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes as he started to pray. He kept repeating those words, over and over. Kiran opened his eyes when he felt the air shift, and he watched as I stood in front of Kari, the gun aimed at the door where he would enter. It was happening in front of him, in this realm, as he watched me die again.