Hitler Funko Pop Novels & Stories

At the other far end, stood Hitler, and his wolf, he had a long axe, like the logo on his belt head. He was facing a very big wolf. The hugest wolf I've seen my entire lifetime. He was just standing, bloods that weren't his, were drooling over his axe and arms. All his body was all drenched in cold red. I was confused on why he was there though.

He completely broke down and ran out like a madman. “Ah, help! Death is coming…” Hitler shouted as he ran. In the end, he just ran to the water dispenser. Because Yori had spilled some of Monica’s water, the ground was particularly slippery. Hitler stepped on the water and slipped. He lost control of his body, and he directly flew forward. Bang! With a muffled sound, Hitler leaned on the desk and his entire face fell on the pencil holder on the desk. A few sharpened pencils like steel nails directly pierced Hitler’s head.

He shuddered at the sight of the gun. “I have something I want to try, do you want me to experiment on you?” I asked pointing the unloaded gun at him. Alicio nodded and my men carried him up to his feet. I'd bet everything I had that Alicio would not survive what I was about to do. “Bring in the glass box,” I instructed and my men obeyed. A few minutes later, the box arrived, it was shaped like a coffin, only bigger, there were no holes and everything was tightly sealed. I smirked, gesturing to them to put him in.