Is Orochimaru Dead Novels & Stories

I said, but even as the words left my mouth, doubt was creeping in. "But you saw him die, right?" I asked Orion desperately. "I didn't, I was going to kill him. I actually did, but he didn't die before I left the place. Marcus called an hour later to tell me he had died." Orion said, and his face had gone completely pale. The silence that followed was deafening. Derek looked between us, clearly trying to piece together what we were talking about, while Orion and I stared at each other in horror. "Are you telling me," Derek said slowly, "that Athena has someone who is after her life and you both caught him, tortured him and killed him. But he might not have died and had resurrected?"

“They think they’ve won. They think De Marco’s fall ends the story. But what is death, if not opportunity? Even rats, my dear, can rise again. And when they do, they carry plague with them.” The frost continued to melt, revealing a pale hand, scarred yet preserved. Isla’s stomach lurched—she knew that hand. She had seen it once when it had gripped her chin too hard, forcing her eyes to meet his. De Marco. Or what remained of him. Her breath caught. “No. You can’t—he’s dead!” Valentina’s laugh was low and poisonous. “Dead is only a word. Lazarus is proof.”

He took one rattling breath, and then he was gone. Heavy silence descended, full of disbelief and horror. Marcus clenched his fists. "No," he replied, voice sharply. "That's impossible." Luca stood rigid, exhaling through his nose, his jaw tight. "You heard him." "He was dying," Marcus shot back. "He could've been delirious. She could have been anyone!” Isiah exchanged a look with Ardan, who stayed quiet, his face unreadable. The dead man's words hovered over them like a thundercloud and they all knew Marcus had started to sound delusional.

Maru opened his eyes to see Merfoy standing beside him. “Merfoy?” His eyes widened full of hope upon seeing the old man’s face. Merfoy painted a small smile as he look up at the wall surrounded by Maru’s invisible white wall. “Rico, he was alive.” “What?” Maru tried not to let go of the wall as he keeps on pushing it to balance. The tsunami was still passing behind the wall.

I remember going to the ball, running into Sam, meeting a few other Alphas, then everything is just… Blank. Is it the issue I have? Did my order try and come out? Did I kill someone? “Shh… You’re fine. You’re home. Everything’s okay.” Orion whispers, sitting down next to me, holding the cloth to my head. I look up at him, “Did I kill someone?” I ask, my eyes frantic. His harden, “No. No one’s dead, yet.” He growls. My eyebrows knit, but I don’t have time to think about it as more nausea hits me.

He walked toward an old soldier he recognized, one of the few who had survived the recent war with the Ouroboros. “My Lord,” the old male bowed. “Well, I’ve been wondering,” Damaris crossed his arms. “You know... about the recent war. Lately, I’ve heard there are some silver-haired ones lurking in the Moon Realm. Didn’t you say they were all killed?” A Lycan soldier stepped in. “Yes, my Lord. Every last one of them.” “I wasn’t speaking to you,” Damaris snapped at him, then turned back to the old male. “Go on. Explain while I listen to your heartbeat. Did you really end every Ouroboros? Did you really win that war?”

Orion was just someone I happened to get entangled with because of some silly mate bond. If that didn’t happen, I’d be dead though but then again, if I never met him. I’d probably still be at the rogue lands… still intact and able to protect from that wolf, Roger. My fists tightened, I still had to deal with Roger but according to Orion, we’d just be free targets if we charged in with our current abilities. Apparently I had died in one of our battles with Roger, forcing Orion to kill himself and loop back. I still couldn’t get it into my head. Only the goddess knows how many times I’d died already… obviously Orion wouldn’t tell me. What was going on in his head right now?

She transferred her eyes from her phone to Oriana, who was quietly listening with a distorted expression. “After the funeral of the 487 men - including the former Ruler, the remaining bodies were either buried by their family members or burned to ashes. Since then, the joyful Young Master that we knew changed.” None of them spoke for a moment as Oriana tried to grasp the dark history that she just heard. She then remembered her parents. Until now, she hasn’t seen their bodies. “I really hope that we will not lose important people in our lives just in the same way we lost some before.” She smiled at her, trying to forget the scenes from the past.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Good, keep doing that. He may survive this yet.” Oran was leaning over me and I glared at him. “We need you awake so your power can keep going but I’m afraid you need to be dead for a few minutes. We will wake you back up, don’t worry, but you better be quick on the draw for that power. Otherwise, you’ll both be dead.” His voice was light and chipper. I wanted to make him eat the damn silver table. Oran’s death would be my crowning achievement in my life and I would retire.

she asked. “Orianna got hurt during the ambush, so he couldn’t leave Sophie and Orianna alone. And I am now wounded. I feel like I’m dying. If anything happens to me… Take good care of the agency.” Itsuki said as he was trying to say his last will. “Don’t say that. I will go there… Just… Hang on.” Mariko’s eyes watered as she didn’t know what to do. “I will be there right away,” she said before ending the call.