Kyojuro Death Novels & Stories

“ You know of my people’s beliefs do you?“ Arai asked, narrowing her eyes. “ Only the basics,” Kronos said. “ I know you believe dying in battle is a Kitsune’s true purpose. Those who die a true warrior's death are forever celebrated in songs and legend. Such as the Ballad of Keyori, an example of such incredible prowess my master used it as an example in my Schola days.” Arai smiled and dipped her head slightly. “ You are well educated Kronos. I’m impressed.” The conversation was interrupted by Thora coming beside Arai and dropping an arm around her shoulder, her right hand holding a goblet of wine.

Zidane asked gratefully. Bob, who had been waiting for this question, answered in a hurry, “Master Gould, that guy is dead. You have no idea what happened. Mr. Yarde killed him very easily! “He was in complete disbelief before his death!” Zidane was baffled. “Kayson, y-you killed a Warlord-level expert?” “Quentin wasn’t a real Warlord. He was still a step away, but he was probably stuck there for two to three years,” Kayson answered.

he asks, and the words land like a gut punch. The guilt is immediate and overwhelming. Kori chose to die with Yosef, chose to go into the water, chose to try to save someone who was already lost. And now his son is standing here, and I have to tell him that his father is gone. "It's over," I say quietly, and my voice sounds like something dragged through ash. "No more war. Kori chose to die with Yosef. Now you'll become the oyabun of the Yakuza."

Yuriko was caught unprepared and jumped with both feet, cancelling her suction effect and plummeting to the temple floor a hundred feet below. × Koumori-shishou fought like the nine-headed dragon god Kuzuryū Daimyōjin himself, defending and attacking in all directions. The match had become simpler because Zaterra and Zonghuo were now out of commission; only the Yin Yang Twins, Kosano and Budo remained.

He lowered his gaze and I took deep breaths. Death Judge is one of the highest positions a person can hold in a region. Every region had a Death Judge except Normous because no one had passed the requirements or the ability to do so. Since no one did, the emperor claimed the position, which made his responsibility much heavier than before. A Death Judge can do a lot. Sometimes, when the judge was more intelligent than expected, he could be more powerful than the emperor. The power it has cannot be described by words, but the steps toward that position will never be easy. Many died, many gave up, so others wasted no more time to reach that goal. However, someone could fall if that power wasn’

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

"I'm the third. And Tobio told me Ryuho has never had any relationships in high school and college so it's not an ex" Enji nodded. "I heard his parents died when he was a kid. Do you think it's them?" "Since it was mentioned in the group chat yesterday, I checked online. His parents died in Australia and they were buried there" he replied. "Can you remember that incident 5 years ago? The one with the Yamamotos? Ryuho had exposed Mr Yamamoto for murdering his parents. Evidence was presented in court"

How did the wind blow it over when it was so heavy? Soon, my consciousness began to fade, and my eyelids grew heavier. I slowly collapsed into the pool of blood, my heartbeat slowing as time passed. I could feel my vitality slipping away. Before I died, I managed to dial a number, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking from the fingerprint lock. I assumed it was Harvey, but my eyelids no longer could stay open, fluttering shut eventually. But at my very last moment, I heard a phone ringing—and it was gradually closing in.

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

I asked, but he just smiled. "Holy shit, were those arrows Lucifer's arrows." said the man with a smile. "Lucifer? Who is that person?" Kazuo looked at me intensely. "Do you want to know where your power came from? I'll tell you, when I come back. Because this is my last fight. Don't bury my body, before three days." At that very moment. Kazuo's body from top to bottom, it turned into a corpse. What's more, his breathing stopped. As for me, I can't say anything.