It's Kill Or Be Killed Squidward Novels & Stories

But as I reached the bottom step, a terrifyingly familiar warmth touched the back of my neck. I froze. My eyes traveled to the horizon. The sky wasn't the deep, protective indigo of midnight anymore. It was a bruised, bleeding orange. A thin gold of the sun was peeking over the edge of the world. No. Not now. In my past life, the "Eternal Sun" had been Edward’s favorite tool of torture. Even for a vampire, the dawn wasn't an instant death, but for a low-born like me, it was an agonizing slow-burn that blistered the soul before it charred the flesh.

I had gone from an early-death supporting character to an even more disposable cannon fodder. In that instance, my death in the exam hall became a plot device. Rachel was so frightened by it that she almost failed to attend the same university as Timothy, turning it into a major plot point in the story. Watching the barrage of comments urging me to 'just die already', a dangerous thought crept into my mind. Maybe I should just accept it. The repeated failures had worn me down, leaving me drained and defeated. However, I could not choose to walk willingly toward certain death.

Isabella shouted, banging her fists on the door, her voice laced with a desperate urgency. But no one answered, the hallway outside remaining silent. Inside, Isabella whirled around, searching for an escape. But there was none. She was trapped. Then, the door creaked open again, but it wasn't Sofia. It wasn't anyone she recognized. Four men swaggered into the room, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They were grimy, leering, unmistakably thuggish. "Well, well, well," one of them smirked, his gaze raking over Isabella's body. "Look what we have here. A real beauty."

It seemed ridiculous that it was trying to attack Chase directly. That squid might not be a Nefarious Spirit but a manifestation like Chase's. Walter remembered that he could use the Nine-Word Mantra to summon manifestations to attack the enemy, and he made this guess about the squid. Chase, who was facing Bella, had expected this would happen. He quickly summoned two duplicates of himself to block the attack in front of him. The squid's tentacles caught the duplicates. Chase did not hesitate to fling them into his mouth as he chewed them up.

The shaft was filled with nasty, stinking sewage. I had a hunch about what he was planning. Marina paled further. "I'm sorry. Forgive me. Even if I die, she's not coming back. You don't get to see her again." Anthony laughed. It was a creepy, bone-chilling sound. Then, with a slight shove, he sent her tumbling into the muck like a broken doll. Her scream echoed in the shaft. "Why bother? You treated me like dirt when I was alive, and now you're avenging me? It's too late. This is meaningless," I sighed, stepping back.

Sebastian’s voice boomed, distorted and demonic. He raised his hydraulic fist. "Now, let's talk about that subscription model." [The Breakout] The Warden snarled. His perfect face split open—literally. The skin peeled back to reveal a metallic skull underneath. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was the suit. "Kill him!" The Warden ordered the droids. Three combat droids charged. Sebastian didn't dodge. He caught the first droid by the head and crushed it. CRUNCH. He ripped the arm off the second droid and used it to impale the third.

"The ones responsible for this are the Shadows. They are the ones who killed the elders, and you are just a pawn in their game, but..." He punched me in the face. "Shut up!" he yelled, gripping my throat. "I shall do the honors of taking your life. The big bad War Alpha," he laughed at me. "If I have not taken yours by then," I told him, even though I was bluffing. There was no way I could ever be rescued from here unless a miracle happened or perhaps Sapphire found a way out for me. "I will give you a slow death, starting with cutting your fingers and..."

Jackson-crow spoke, his voice sounding like the rhythmic pull of the tide. He had shifted again. He was no longer a fractured image; he was a Man of Salt and Sea-Glass, his golden eyes reflecting the churning, dark emerald of the Southern horizon. "But the South? The South is a war of Erosion. The Lords of the Sunken Sovereigns don't want to delete you. They want to Dissolve you. They want to turn the 'Sovereign Sun' into a dim, underwater memory that never reaches the surface".

I must be the one to kill Adira Sanchez, not Otis, not the other clans, but me. itsclarixass