Is Netero Dead Novels & Stories

“How how are you” Her eyes cracked open, fluttering weakly. “I…I didn’t…pull it.” Noa’s heart twisted so hard it almost broke his ribs. “What?” A voice crackled through the comm, cutting straight to his bones. Nero’s voice. Oh, angel. You really thought I’d let you off that easily? Alessio’s jaw locked, his gun swinging up like he could shoot Nero through the comm. “You’re a dead man.” Nero’s laugh was silk and poison. You were never meant to kill her. I never wanted her dead. That detonator? Decoy. The real trigger’s still ticking inside her.

It felt so freaking embarrassing to look at him as I suppressed an outcry, so I swayed my gaze to the right corn of the room, but Nero's words quickly drew my eyes back to him, "Only I am allowed to do things like this to you from now on, okay?" "Does that mean you plan to keep me permanently?" I mumbled hopefully, studying his eyes. Suddenly, Nero stopped, got off the bed, and looked back, staring intensely at me. "What? Am I a temporary deal to you?" I whispered, afraid of the answer to my own words. "Of course not." Nero immediately uttered, his eyes fixed on mine. "But to be honest, we are not immortal, Blake. Death is real for us, and I can not guarantee forever with you."

he scoffs “Whatever….how long are you gonna be gone…I’m missing you already’ I pouted “Awwnn….perhaps three days..i will quicken up the mission, so that I can come back for you” “Ok…” “Another news…but it’s kinda bad and good” “What?” “Nora is dead…doctor confirm it this morning” He noted. I nodded “Ain’t you surprise?” “I know she will die anyway, she can’t survive that acid, it’s damn dangerous” He nodded and sighed

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

He informed Anders. “We saw Dr. Nettleston yesterday, he’s expecting us.” I said from the back. The guard’s eyes widened. “You’re gonna need to go in and speak to the investigators. Dr. Nettleston’s the one who died. They want to talk to everyone who saw him in the last twenty-four hours. I’ll buzz you in and let them know you’re coming.” We drove silently into the camp. I knew Anders was disappointed I’d done that, but getting the recording to Tommy was important. I needed him to play it for the enslaved incubi and concubi in the prison. At least I knew my attack couldn’t be traced to me.

Koa stood in front of all of them, breathing hard, gaze flicking between Alejandro and me, as if recalculating everything he believed about our world. These were the strongest people I knew. And they looked like children staring at the ocean for the first time, realizing how small they really were. I swallowed hard. Inferno had spoken truth. The Netherborne were not just monsters. They were warnings. Scouts sent by someone powerful enough to command the dead. I stepped closer to Alejandro, still shirtless after shifting, skin marked with faint, glowing sigils where the last blow of the Netherborne had landed. His golden eyes were still tinged with Inferno’s crimson, the air around him warm w

He pinned and slammed the Draconian body, then stabbed it. Nero was dropping and breaking the neck of one of the Draconians when he saw a gun lying on one of the tables. After confirming that the Draconian he was fighting was dead, Nero walked over to the table and took the gun. A common black pistol, and judging by its weight, it’s not loaded. Nero used the gun to pave the way to Jo. He pounded the grip and its tip at every Draconian he passed, plus short, lethal attacks.

All I wanted was to prove myself, to show everyone that I was strong enough to compete and win his hand as a mate. “You killed her.” Nero said suddenly, his eyes pitch black. “All you had to do was tell her to tap out or you tap out. But you killed her.” He said, venom finding its way out of his mouth piercing my chest. “She tapped out. You saw that, but then she came at me, what was I supposed to do? Let her kill me after I had won?” I asked. “Yes! That’s what you should have done. You think I give a fuck about you living or dying?” he said angrily as he stalked towards me.

His blue eyes are locked on mine and we stay like that for a beat, suspended in the quiet before the moment snaps. He snatches his hand away as if I burned him, retreating back, but not so much that I don’t feel the warmth radiating through him and seeping into my skin. I speak again, keeping my voice low so I don't trigger the pain. “Worried I’d die?” Nero’s eyes snap to mine again. “I don’t want you dead. I still need you.” He sounds sincere, but I know better. There’s only one reason he wants me alive and it has nothing to do with me.

Nate ignores him and continues, “You must be considered useless, or you wouldn’t have been sent in at all. He’d have to know that you’d fail here, all his other people are dead. Luc and Nette died two days ago in a botched attempt to abduct Celine. There can’t be many of you left out there.” Nate was counting his points off on his fingers, “Oh, and Aubert thinks he can raise an ‘Old God’, which might just be some monster, and persuade it to do his bidding? Clearly deranged, in my opinion.”