Kraven The Hunter Death Novels & Stories

"I am not afraid to die, brother. I just regret that I did not get to end your life and kill your bitch of a wife." "Isn't that ironic then? Your effort was useless. You acted as a victim crying for justice due to mistreatment, but in the end, you still didn't get it and you will still die as nothing but a loser. Your name won't even be written in history. You will forever be remembered... as a traitor." Kraven finally lost his cool and tried to stand up but he fell back again. "I swear I will come back to life and haunt you! I will find you in hell and tear you to pieces!"

Kraven growls as he let's his mate fall to the ground. Everyone immediately moves back to allow us the space to fight to the death. But just as I sink into a squat, Vanessa halts the action. "Wait. Kraven is her mate. If he dies she will go rogue due to her being unmarked. We need to fix this situation before you two proceed," Vanessa orders while gesturing towards the red head. "Not if he dies but when he dies," Vanessa says through our link and I smile. I wink at her before straightening my posture.

His back hit the wall, his eyes slowly closing but that proud smile was still on his lips. “And this is for my Father,” I screamed and spun around, gathering all my strength before using my claws to swipe through his neck. He froze, blood splashing on my face. He tried to reach for me with one hand while the other held his neck. His breath turned into rapid, shallow breaths. He fell on his knees then on the floor, his eyes never leaving mine. “Go to hell,” I muttered, watching the life in him slowly fade away. Finally, Draven was dead. I killed him.

"Just you understand that you're going to die now, and Torrent will join you soon." Crane snorted. "Heh. Well, that explains your confidence… To think that the spiritron vein has grown a consciousness and become willing to serve you…" There was a white flash and Crane exploded into several pieces where he stood, his blood a puff of mist around him. "Ah…" Skyler actually had mixed feelings as she witnessed Crane's death. While shocked at first, she felt a little jaded now as Frank's might was not something she could fathom. Whenever she thought she had seen the limits of Frank's abilities, Frank would suddenly surpass it again, doing something she could not comprehend.

“Of course not.” Cyrus swept his leg forward, and the thick table in the room flew up to crash into Marino with a loud bang. A loud snap rose from his neck, and the famous Mr. Hunt died on the spot. His final moments were filled only with surprise. “You’re lying.” Cyrus shook his head. Kevin kept coughing up blood whilst trembling. He felt as if his strength was draining away, and in the end, he collapsed on the floor. Crash! The sound came from his side. Cyrus looked over.

After rounding up the borders and getting feedback from his members all over his territory, Kragen decided to have them all returned to the central grounds. Just as he was the last one to turn back to his territory, a swift whoosh in the air was suddenly heard behind him. Kragen turned towards the noise and before he could move himself away, Monroe appeared to push him off. However, Monroe was a few seconds late. A sharp and pointed arrow pierced through Kragen, as it punctured inside his body right towards his heart. He let out a ferocious and painful growl and he collapsed on the ground at the intensity of the object digging through his skin. He tried getting up on his legs but there is so

A survivor too young to understand what she’d already lost. She slipped the card in behind the frame. Closed the drawer. She didn’t need reminders anymore. She was done flinching. She opened her laptop again and pulled up the message thread between Charles Vale and Elena Marsh the one that called for her death in language so polite it could pass as corporate policy. She stared at that final line. “Quinn dies in silence. The boy cannot know.” Her reflection shone faintly in the screen. And for the first time, she believed what Cassian had tried to say in his own broken way:

“We both know you want me.” “Oh, Kiran. Is Kai really that special?” Death asked him, with a smile on his face. “Yes!” Kiran yelled. “Is this that whole love thing again?” Death asked, and laughed. “Please.” Kiran looked at him, but Death wasn’t there anymore. “Hryggr um tíð,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes as he started to pray. He kept repeating those words, over and over. Kiran opened his eyes when he felt the air shift, and he watched as I stood in front of Kari, the gun aimed at the door where he would enter. It was happening in front of him, in this realm, as he watched me die again.

Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles. I was absolutely sure this twisted priestess had died instantly from the blow. The force of my leg was so extreme that her skull cracked open, and I could clearly see her brains splattered across the dark wall. I paused for a moment, wiping a drop of sweat from my forehead as I looked down at her lifeless body. I wasn't entirely sure why I had chosen to kill her so instantly and brutally without questioning her first, but I guess it was mostly because of her clothes. I truly, deeply hated those pure white robes; they made her look fake and holy

"You don't know that." "Neither do you." I remind him. His jaw tightens. "The Kravens have him, and you say that like it's reassuring." "It actually is." He gives me a look, and I sigh. "Beatrice said they won't harm their own blood." "Beatrice also said a lot of things." "Then trust the part that matters." He looks away. "The Kraven death sentence on me isn't a joke." I study him. "No. It definitely isn't."