Justice League Dark Apokolips War Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"A keystone…how convenient." "Just get on with it," snarled Arius, wanting Lucius to stop wasting his valuable time. He hated being in the angel's presence. It was one thing that could easily send him over the top of his sanity. "Let's review, shall we?" Lucius asked, a rather impish smile on his face. "One on one, no telling Jaida, and no barrier. I'll inform you now that once you accept, there's no turning back. If you agree to my terms, then one of us will die in seven days. If you win, I guess this war will most likely come to an end, and if I win…I'll destroy this planet, and next will be Desy. These are the consequences for this battle."

Justice, served. “Falcon, come here. Dismember them. Send their heads to our rivals. Blow up whatever property they have left. Burn their mansions and kill their families. I want them erased. Completely gone,” he ordered, adjusting the white sleeves now stained with blood. That was Dark—merciless, lethal. The remaining enemies tried to run, but Dark would not allow it. Who dared step into his world and flee? No chance. A bazooka blast took care of a few who tried to escape and Ace had that weapon in hand.

The wind was becoming more unsteady, the entire imperial city was enveloped in darkness, and the wind whistle was piercing their keen hearing senses. "Dark magic is powerful." Justice murmured as he cast his attention toward the main event, which was still a ways off. He could hear growls, shouts, and shrill laughter at that precise location, where lightning was flashing nonstop. "You are aware that this is not going to be a typical fight." Still staring at the clouds, Angelo stated calmly. "There's no way I'm going to listen to you if you're telling me to leave this fight." Justice's claws stuck out, and he vigorously scraped the car as if trying to hold back the rage that the screams of th

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

Jonathan smiled as he touched Akira's shoulder which made Azrael even angrier. “Just make sure I don't get out of here Jonathan and I'll make sure I keep alive all the people close to you right in front of you. Yes, I know everyone I killed and I'm starting to rejoice that I killed your friends and members, I'll be even happier if I send more people to hell with you!” Azrael shouted as he struggled in the chair “Is that so Azrael? What if I kill your girlfriend in front of you? It looks good to watch, too.” Jonathan said smiling and pointed the pistol from his side

"Nonsense! He doesn't scare me. I can handle him" "Yes... but can you handle his army and him? He has captured thousands... thousands of supernaturals before. He can do it again. If he is not stopped now he will start a bloodbath that will only end with the war. Do you want to have it on your conscience? Knowing that you could have stopped a war? That you had the tools to stop but you didn't want to?" "Listen, child, I have seen many things in my life. Nothing can phase me. Will he start a war? Fine! Let him do that. What's in it for me?"

Jim was never someone religious, since he considered himself a skeptical person, but in his final moments, he raised a prayer for anyone who hears him saying "Please, I don't want to die." The last thing Jim saw before falling into deep darkness was a figure clad in shining armor of the whitest metal. "An angel," Jim whispered as he closed his eyes. ♦ ♦ ♦ After seeing the scene unfolding before his eyes, Zark's orders came quickly. "Eliminate the skeletons," he said. Those simple words coming from Zark were necessary to bring his companions into action. The speedy Nyos, possessing the highest initiative, made a quick run and with a single jump rose 9 meters into the air, drew his needle-like

It was all dark and cool in the Andromeda. Star light in the night sky shone brightly, sending life to all in Eptomaniac. The three year old wolf camp had just had the honor once again to have a change of rulership, at the death of the former Djhord- an Alpha named Lucian Kian, the Alpha wolf of light, as he was so named. Wolf howling in the distance resounded over the wide surrounding slopes, crowning the night ceremony as the newly made Djhord- Lothaire, an Alpha wolf was led to the grand palace, shouting, hooting and howling of various wolves followed him homewards.

The henchman jumped on his feet, going hard at Julius. “How dare you!” Lykoan roared. It was a deep feral bellow from his partially ascended wolf. With fast movements, Julius went low but surprised him with an overhand right, similar to a corkscrew motion that landed that one hitter quitter to the lower jawbone. Thud! He was knocked out flat. “Looks like my warning didn't sink in,” Lykoan growled, swinging his murderous gaze from the Overlord and his unconscious henchman. I quickly readjusted myself on top of the table, flipping on my stomach without losing my grip on the tie.

His voice turned slightly upset. Zorious’ eyes darkened, not liking where this conversation was heading. "Zoren is dead," he said firmly, not even liking the sound of it. He still couldn’t accept that his brother was killed by mere humans—not when he really looked up to his brother, and not when their father died waiting for him to come home. Clark couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Zoren is dead? But Zoren was smart. He was good at security and strategy like Daxton. He was skilled at designing weapons and fighting on the battlefield. How could he have died earlier than him?