Killing Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

"If you turn it too fast, the coolant will vaporize. It’s toxic, Arthur. You’ll breathe that in, and your lungs will crystallize in seconds." Arthur paused, his hand gripping a heavy, rusted lever. He looked back at his companions—at Lucien, the man who had lost a corporate empire to find his own soul, and at Kael, the boy who had become a living bridge between humanity and the machine. He laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "If I don’t turn it, they execute us through the door in thirty seconds. I’d rather choke on gas than die on my knees in front of some Directorate drone-pilot."

If the people inside had the courage to break the door and rush out, they would definitely die without a body. After the people outside had left. Inside, the tall figure slowly stood up. Arthur exhaled each breath heavily, reaching out to make the muscle fibers become tough. Not long after Marcus left, the hypnotic effect also wore off. At that moment, Arthur remembered Marcus's words about the place he called "home". The memory of the day he saw his wolf family being killed one by one clearly appeared, making Arthur mad, losing control even more, punching the iron door with force, creating an extremely loud noise, growling and screaming:

Her phantom was slowly fading, leaving only a sigh, "Karina, none of these should have happened." Sofia's phantom dissipates completely as Wyatt walks over to the dying Karina and grips his claws around her throat, "This is for my mom." Karina's face had gone nearly white as she forced a smile, "She shouldn't be in my way." Karina coughed intensely and closed her eyes completely. Wyatt let go of his hand and watched silently as Karina's chest lost its rise and fall completely. Harper fall into a deep sleep. She did not see Wyatt kill almost all of his enemies, the witches flee, and Simon scampered away with Pearson. She, along with Wyatt and their warriors, managed to finish the battle.

They did not, he had washed his hands off them. Dante stood up and looked at Paolo with pity mixed with hatred. "Killing you is a mercy" he told him as he took the gun from Geremia and shot Paolo in the forehead. Paolo fell on the floor and died instantly. "Geremia, see to the burying of the bodies" Dante told Geremia. "I will take Yedam's body with me, the council will want to see the corpse before we dispose of it" Dracaryx said. "No problem" Dante replied.

"For her attempt to eliminate the woman I will burn the entire world for." He came to a stop before the shuddering Gareth, eyes boring into the young man's with an intensity that seemed to sear the very soul. "And this..." Knox's hand whipped out, talons sinking into Gareth's torso and bursting out the other side in a spray of crimson. "This is for your own arrogance in standing against me." With a casual flick, he tossed the prince's lifeless husk aside like so much garbage. It crashed into the far wall and slumped to the floor, leaving a grisly smear of red in its wake.

Nathan touched his chest and revealed the moonstone hanging from a rope on his chest. Vera screamed and chanted something but Nathan held the moonstone up and it reversed. The branch she'd enchanted picked her up instead and curled around her throat, tightening, tightening until she hung limply from the tree and I knew she was dead. Axel turned and fled into the forest.

Arielle said. "Kaelen owes a debt." "I'm here to collect." She grabbed the leader by the face. The purple light flared. He didn't scream. He just evaporated. His mana, his life, his soul. Gone. Absorbed. The other two Mages tried to run. Arielle waved her hand. Gravity Crush. They slammed into the floor. Their bones snapped under the pressure. "Stay," she commanded. "I need witnesses." Below, the battle was over.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

"From the very first day I ever laid my eyes on you, I knew in my heart that you were made for truly great things. You have such a massive, glorious destiny ahead of you." I glared up at her through the blinding light, my teeth gritting so hard my jaw ached. "Fuck off!" I spat, my voice dripping with pure venom as I tried to twist my face out of her tight grip. "Your sick little plan has finally worked out, hasn't it? So that is the real reason you didn't just kill me on the road earlier. It's because whatever you want to do to my blood has to be done through your stupid, twisted ritual! But I guess you are just going to end up killing me at the end of it anyway, aren't you?"

For me. A guttural roar tears through the chaos. Arthur. He shouldn’t be upright. Shouldn’t be alive. The gaping wound in his chest is a ruin, soaked crimson, his face grey as death. Yet he rises. From the blood-soaked earth where he’d fallen, fueled by sheer, impossible will and a rage that could ignite the sky. He meets the first Council assassin in a tangle of claws and silver. A brutal, desperate dance. He takes a blade across the ribs, staggers, keeps fighting. Holding the line. Buying seconds with his dying breaths. His eyes meet mine through the bone bars. Just a flash. Wild. Feral. Alive. And in them, a goodbye. A final, furious act of love. "NOW, KIERAN!" The Child’s voice, thin and