Hidan Death Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~ Billionaire Sinjin Santillan, Thought to Be Dead, Makes a Surprising Return By Damian Knight In a shocking turn of events, billionaire Sinjin Santillan, who was presumed dead for several months, has made a surprising reappearance. The announcement was made earlier today as Santillan walked into the maternity ward of Elderstone General Hospital, where his wife, Eds, was recovering from the delivery of their quadruplets. Santillan’s disappearance had baffled friends and family, leading to widespread speculation about his fate. Authorities had declared him dead after a thorough investigation into a plane crash he was believed to have been involved in. However, details of his return rema

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard a familiar voice, one that sent a chill down her spine. “This is what happens if you come for Hades.” Sasha’s head snapped toward the television, her eyes widening in shock as the image on the screen filled her vision. There, on live television, was Ethan—or rather, Hades—wearing his infamous mask. She watched in horror as he calmly raised a gun and shot a man in the head, right in the middle of a crowded event. The camera zoomed in on the lifeless body of Ian Cruise, the man Ethan had just executed in front of everyone.

Dewangga said flatly. “Then let me die in front of you,” Davian murmured. He dropped a small key and a passport onto the dirt floor between them. “Choose… Go back to Vivian and carry her sins… or take that passport and start over as a stranger. But remember—every time you look in the mirror, you’ll see me in your scars.” A Life Behind the Curtain Three days later. A major press conference was held in the main lobby of Surya Group. Vivian stood at the podium, dressed in elegant mourning black. She officially announced that Davian Surya and Dewangga had been declared dead in the Puncak explosion.

Alex saw it instantly. And it broke something in his face. “He died two hours later,” Alex said quietly. “And the files disappeared anyway.” The room stayed completely silent. Then Reyes asked the question nobody wanted answered. “The team leader,” she said carefully. “Who was it?” Alex looked toward the television screen where Harbor headlines still flashed nonstop. Then back at Reyes. His voice turned almost hollow. “Elias Kane.”

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

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.

He said. “Die? I thought hybrids can’t be killed” “We can apparently. One time there was a very powerful witch. She made some sort of dagger out of magic to kill anybody. It is believed that it can kill anything and anyone, including hybrids. Someone out there has it and is probably waiting for the perfect time to use it. Everybody I know has looked for it and nobody found it. Some even tried to counter the magic and that got them nowhere. The witch who created the dagger was that powerful. She was so powerful that even after she died, her body refused to decay. According to rumors, her body still contains an amount of magic. So we can be killed. That’s why you need to learn how to fight for

"The cycle of death following those ministers has one thing in common, they all had shares at the Havani mine. Is that not interesting?" "So does that mean Richard is next?" "Maybe or maybe not and you know why? The last minister to be killed of the three was former the minister of defense, and when he died, unlike the others he had already sold his shares to the late Kenneth Khetha. According to that death cycle Richard was supposed to die next but it was Khetha who did. Are you seeing what i am seeing here Christopher." "Are you implicating Richard Dylan?!" "Yes. That man knows more than he has given up and my gut feeling agrees. I simply now need to get proof and i am not backing down til

"Just… kill me…" Seeing that I was still stubbornly refusing to speak, Natalia picked up a knife and walked toward me. The cold gleam of the blade stopped less than an inch from my left eyeball. "Do you think putting on such an act will make us go soft on you? I'll ask you one last time. Where is Irvy?" Natalia asked menacingly. I raised my pale face, exhausting every ounce of strength to force out a smug smile. "Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”