Heavy Is Dead の小説・ストーリー

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.

Stellan Montclair was alive. He shoved the lid aside and sat up in the coffin. His face was deathly white, his lips had gone purple, and his eye sockets were sunken deep. He looked like a corpse that had just crawled out of its own grave. The potion had only just worn off, and his body was still dangerously weak. Even opening his eyes took visible effort. "I'm... not dead..." The words scraped out of him, faint as a dying flame.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

All it took was a single sentence to stir her into this fury? He stepped closer, studying every subtle expression on her face in the dim night. As if he wanted to witness the pain of her accepting the truth, he deliberately said, "There's no need to be so surprised. What I'm saying is a fact. Otherwise, why would I let you stay here?" Ariel's fists trembled, but her gaze remained sharp and unforgiving. Samson didn't like seeing her like this, but he didn't mind. He leaned down toward her. "Ariel, Jayson's dead. He's not in this world anymore. You need to move on."

She walked over, concern flickering in her eyes. “What’s going on?” “My mom… she's dead.” Justin’s voice was eerily hollow, drained of all emotion. His entire being felt lifeless. Heidi was dead. Haley’s eyes widened in shock, completely caught off guard. She had been annoyed by Justin constantly lingering around, but this… this was different. The news sent a jolt through her chest. She vividly remembered Heidi—her health had always been fine. How could she suddenly be dead? First, Mr. Yates Sr. Now, Heidi.

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.

Just that number. Just— Dead. Fucking. Silence.

Zayn laid hold of his shirt and snared, "Who the fvck are you all?" He laughed and sniffed with blood running out of his nose, "We are the revolution" He slowly let go of the body to the ground and the man was gone. He was dead. Zayn turned and his eyes met with that of Allegra whose fist was tightened. She said to him, "Another dead end, these guys keep dying like it's nothing" "It sounds strange but they die after saying, Hail, Alpha Ajax. Like an activator for the death or something"

As for Heather, she would stare at the large screen that was installed in front of the electronics store every day whenever she wasn't scavenging through trash. She was waiting for a miracle. She couldn't shake the feeling that Jamie wasn't actually dead. He was the "Godhand", after all. How could a divine being die? One day, a livestream that would shake the entire global medical industry to its core was broadcast on the billboard that was installed on the biggest shopping mall in Highville.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.