Killing Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

Towering over all of us, he folded his arms across his chest whilst he watched the warrior, Xavier, with an expression cold enough to send shivers down my spine. If the dungeons were enchanted and only those most trusted or were a member of the royal family knew the location, how could this have possibly happened? I hesitatingly headed to the rogue, as Nate glared down Xavier. What I saw invited a shocked gasp to leave my lips. His pale, leather-looking skin indicated he had been dead for at least a couple of hours, if not longer. But what filled me with disgust was how he died. A long, thin gash was displayed along his lower neck with dried, stained blood surrounding it. Someone has slit hi

She chuckled as Paxton agreed with a grin. “It’s very ironic that we headed to war to seek his mate but somehow ruined an army of assassins.” Paxton laughed along with his mother. “It’s been quiet.” Athena tilted her head. “We are afraid of that as well. Kyle doesn’t look well at all.” “Don’t worry about him. Just mention Butterfly or Butterflies.” Paxton stared at his mother for a while. “I know Kyle has been a puppet. That poor boy has to kill a child because of a command that he can’t even control.” Athena picked up a pen as Paxton went through the files.

Darven Mikail ran up next to Susan. They were no longer on the blood river but were on the solid ground next to it instead. Darven pushed Susan away. At almost the same time, the supernatural blade struck Darven against his chest. Slash... Boom— Alex returned to save them. With a single strike of his palm, he killed the ghost general. Meanwhile, the other ghost general that had gone after Kenneth didn’t manage to kill him. Kenneth was flung five meters away by Zayne York’s transformed Chi energy. Nearby, Maya Howards backed them up by freezing the ghost general with her Silver Frost. In the end, Dorothy killed it with a single palm strike.

The air crackles with divine magic so strong it burns my skin. “STOP!” I shout. “You’re killing him!” “Killing?” Nyxara laughs. “That would be merciful, and that is one thing I am not. I’m merely taking back what you’ve stolen.” I lunge for her. My anger courses through every nerve ending in my body, fueling me to kill her. Just before I reach her, she lifts her hand and I freeze mid-stride, trapped in invisible chains. She crouches beside Kael, stroking his cheek with a mockery of tenderness.

She was nothing more than a small girl, a beautiful one but nonetheless a small, unthreatening girl. Running again to the other side of the training ground, I pushed myself harder, running faster as if I were trying to run away from thoughts of her. As I paused at the other end, trying to catch my breath, I spotted my beta, Thorne, walking towards me with purpose. Letting out a sigh, I readied myself for whatever he was about to say. “Alpha, you’ve been called upon.” Thorne's voice was urgent. “By the Luna of Death.”

He's so close I can smell his shampoo, see the color in his lips. I step closer, reaching out to him. It's like I'm being propelled by a force greater than myself. His fingers wind around mine, and it's a perfect fit. Like we've been holding hands this whole time. All these days. All these years. "We will have to fight them, though." His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his chest. "It's only a matter of time before we have to face them." "Who?" "The Silver Hunters." His fingers run through my hair. “They’ve attacked Hawthorn before.”

“You poisoned him, didn’t you?” For the first time, a flicker of pride crossed Darwin’s face. “Indeed, my dear niece. Watching your father, the almighty King Artemis, slowly descend into madness was… satisfying.” Fury surged through Anita’s veins, giving her the strength to lunge at him, claws outstretched. The two fought viciously, Anita’s rage fueled by the betrayal and the deaths of her loved ones. She was close to overpowering him when Darwin, with a cruel smirk, pulled a silver dagger from his cloak, hidden from her view.

"Yes. Someone betrayed Arthur. And there it was, the command issued: Kill Arthur Statham. Torture him for the information. Then eliminate his family." "But I survived." "Because Arthur was clever. He had them convinced there was a dead man’s switch. It was a bluff. But it worked." I pulled my hand away. "Who gave the order? Who killed him?" Xaviero's expression turned grave. “Therein will lie the question that will set everything on its head.” "Tell me." "Are you sure? “When you have that knowledge, you can’t un-know it.” "Tell me."

Ariana nodded slowly. She understood not completely but enough. --- "I need to know who killed you." Alaric's eyes grew distant. "The answer isn't simple." "Everyone keeps saying that." "Because the truth has many pieces." He turned toward the glowing tree. "I was poisoned." "I know." "The poison came from the Shadow Wolf." "I know that too." "But poison alone didn't kill me." Ariana frowned. "What do you mean?" "It weakened me." He met her eyes. "The final blow came from someone carrying my own blood."

"My lord?" Nyxar turned his gaze toward the bleeding face of the Blood Moon. "That exact pathetic emotion is why Arcturus managed to defeat me all those centuries ago." His crimson eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "And that is precisely why I will personally erase every single trace of it from this world." He stretched out a massive, clawed hand into the air. The surrounding shadows violently swirled together, rapidly condensing into the shape of a colossal, monstrous wolf made entirely of living darkness. Its massive eyes burned brighter than a raging inferno.