Hashirama Mati Karena Novels & Stories

Finally, one of the samurai couldn't take the pressure anymore and began to cry and beg Kiran for mercy. "I don't want to die either!" Another quickly joined in the plea. On the other end, Yasuda felt a chill in his heart. He hadn't expected his men to become lambs to the slaughter, and the fear shook him to the core. "Kiran, just kill me!" Ichiro Matsubara, witnessing the death of his men one by one, cried out in despair, struggling to get up but failing. "Kiran, I'll make sure you die a miserable death," Yasuda cursed from the other end.

Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

And he did after hours, thankfully. But then, everything crumbles down when I received a call from Matias. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Matias?! Dad and I were just texting each other after he arrived! What do you mean, he's dead?!" I gripped on my phone tightly. Jon signalled Janna to take Kierro out of the house first, and she immediately nodded. Matias cried from the other line. "M--Miss... I'm sorry, b-but... he... he was shot in the head. We tried to... we tried to protect him, b-but... I'm sorry, Miss!"

Yarsi sank back to the ground, exhausted. “But... I don't understand, I killed them. There in Reet... I know that their lives, the lives of werewolves, were cut short... forever. “Congratulations, you have a gift, Yarsi, it’s funny,” Matzher carefully looked into his eyes. - And if only for this reason, I don't want your life to end soon. Yarsi shook his head stubbornly. So you need a gift? Do you mean a magical gift? Then I turn to the wizards.

Stabbing myself in the neck is a terrible idea; a small cut in my wrist is enough risk. Nabi: So what is it then? Tamara: Why is the group so noisy? Who died? Wait! (wide eye emoji) Is Catalina dead? Me: I’m not dead!. What’s wrong with you, joking about such a sensitive topic? Tamara: I saw blood and stab pop up on my screen, so I thought you died trying to get Professor Matteo to hate you. Me: Why me and not Yumeko? Yumeko: I knew you wanted me dead, but I just couldn’t prove it.

Inumaki replied in defence "no one taught me either" not long after, kojiro and Fubuki met the same fate as Rosewell and were also laid at the queen's feet in their their sorry state. and then she called to the last guard she had. "Yamato" she yelled, but the young man replied calmly "I'm sorry mom, I'm forfeiting this battle"

However, the Demonic Energy was too strong, and he could not break free no matter how hard he tried. Boom! A moment later, his body exploded and vanished from everyone’s sights in an instant. Witnessing Matias’ death, James’ furious heart gradually calmed down. The Demonic Lotus transformed into black mist and entered his body again, returning his face to normal. He felt like a completely different person from who he was just a few moments ago. Xain could only watch helplessly as his junior died in James’ hands. He knew Matias had already unlocked the Eighth Inner Gate. However, he was easily slaughtered by James.

He's probably worked for Himawari's father for a long time since he knows the stories that I fail to remember. "Do you remember how your mother died?" He asked me. I was suddenly taken aback by his question. I tried to recall Himawari's memories. I clsoed my eyes to focus on that vision. I saw it before, and I was certain that her mother was sick when Himawari was still young. I had diagnosed her based on the symptoms that I saw in Himawari's memories. I believed that she died due to pneumonia. That was also how Himawari died. She was suffering from a disease that no one knew the cure of. No one even knew what kind of disease it was that's why there was no cure nor treatment plan for it. "Sh