Novel & Cerita Is All Might Dead

M•Ï•A͙ (ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss ɪs ᴀ𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮) Season 2 Sequence 1 Author's POV ____________________________________________ After DIG Peters ended the call with Agent Ayoola, he went back to the conference room. " how did it go?" DIG Williams asked. " MIA is dead" he announced and everyone smiled happily except DIG Martins who wept.

the beta took a deep breath. “Tell alpha Zane about his grand pup would be useless because he is dead.” The beta said, as his shoulders drop. Makahi looked at the beta confused. “What do you mean alpha Zane is dead, there hasn’t been any announcement. Did it just happen?” Makahi asked still frowning at the beta who shook his head. “No one knows he’s dead because his body isn’t dead.” “See this the be bullshit I be talking about. Why the fuck do yall always gotta have a fucking zombie in every battle.” Ji’lahni said, a little to loud alpha Makahi looked back at his mate with a frown. “Oh, shit my bad. That’s on me, I was just shocked. Just act like yall didn’t see my hiding spot and keep talk

A well-constructed mech army was wiped out, no longer able to return. The few remaining survivors played dead on the ground. A whole army of mechs were dead, so who would know if the ones lying on the ground were alive or not? Unfortunately, Victor knew. With the Detection Core's help, no one could hope to survive by playing dead. After Victor cut down five mechs pretending to be dead on the ground, someone immediately got up and knelt on the ground. "Honorable Lord, please forgive me, I beg you!"

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.

*Boom* “Another one?” Muscles muttered in surprise as he looked at Razor. Then it dawned on him. Looking around and taking in the sight of several dead Undead, Muscles finally understood that he was the only one remaining out of the several Undead that came here. Slender, Mimi, and all the others had been slain. There was no one else but him. Seeing this, he chuckled bitterly. “You should give up. You are all alone now.” Kylie stated as she walked over to the Rage Daemon.

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

Garrett glanced at Stellan sitting inside the coffin, grey-faced and stricken, and the corner of his mouth twitched before his expression settled back into something hard and official. "General Montclair." He stepped forward, his voice ringing out like a roll call on the parade grounds. "There's something I can't quite make sense of, and I was hoping you could help me understand." Stellan said nothing. "If you died on the battlefield, then why are you sitting here alive?" Garrett's gaze cut across Stellan's face like a blade. "Every man in the army knows that General Montclair fell in battle, his body lost and unrecoverable. And yet here sits the general, perfectly intact. I'm at a loss, tru

AXEL'S POV "Do you really think we can win? Against the administrators? Against the entire system?" Brady asked Honest answer? I didn't know. The odds were terrible. We were eight deadies against an organization that had controlled the afterlife for millennia. But I looked around the table. At Mia, who could literally rewrite reality. At Erina, who commanded shadow fiends. At the twins, who'd survived twenty rounds. At Brady and Marcus, who were learning. At Bree, who had more strength than she knew.

I was starting to think there wasn’t much left of humanity to save. We had just returned from a mission that had gone horribly wrong. We’d been ambushed by the infected halfway through securing an old supply cache, and though we had made it out alive, it hadn’t been without cost. Two soldiers—men I’d worked with for weeks, men I had shared meals and conversations with—hadn’t made it back. The air in the base was heavy with grief. Everyone moved like ghosts, their shoulders slumped, their eyes dull. Even Ethan seemed quieter than usual, his face drawn tight with the weight of command.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.