Joker Arkham City Death Novels & Stories

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

Jack goes rigid, his chest hollowing as the words echo through the air. Dead. The Alpha King?

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

' Serena, stripped of my support, went bankrupt. This was her intended ending anyway, so I felt no pity for her. As for Lark, without the abilities I bought for her, she died at the hands of her stepmother. The system was ruthless to the core. Before she died, she told her she was only good with the gun because of the purchase I made. Her lips moved, but she never managed to even say the words, "I'm sorry." Still, I no longer cared for their apologies. Finally, the system transferred my last reward. Two billion.

We were halfway done, her fingers often grazing my skin, sending off a rush of pleasure as she wrapped the bandage around me firmly when Damon swore, staring at Zack. "What is it?" Raven asked, her heart thumping. "There’s been another death." Damon said, frowning. "The body was discovered ten minutes ago." "Fuck…" I said. "Who is it?" Raven asked with worry in her eyes. "One of the elder wolves, Arnold." Zack muttered. The room fell silent as the five of us stared at one another. This needed to end.

More men were emerging from the shadows, remnants of a battle that had spiraled out of control, hunting The Death Dealers who had wreaked havoc on our lives. Suddenly, a shout cut through the haze. “Found a live one!” My head whipped around, dread coiling in my gut as I saw Jake dragging a man behind him, fingers wrapped tightly around the collar of a leather jacket. My breath hitched as he was thrown down, landing hard on the ground beside Armando who was standing near.

Fear trickled down my arms like a sharp knife threatening to peel my flesh from my bone, "he's dead. You killed Parker." "Technically, I was the one to kill him," Ace corrected, holding a hand up, "I tracked him down and hauled his ass to the warehouse." "Where I tortured him for the past two days," Gunnar gestured to the heart with the tip of his chin, "Ace killed him and I handled that." "Thanks," Jericho closed the cooler, "I guess. What did you get out of him?"

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates