Kyojuro Rengoku Death นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was the personal sigil of Renejay. My blood ran colder than the river water. Renejay was dead. I had seen her fall. Gideon’s mace had… The mace struck Renejay. The impact was sickening. The sound of crushed bone and a cut-off shriek filled the hall. She was thrown backward, a puppet with its strings cut, landing in a broken heap… A broken heap. Not a confirmed death. We had been so consumed with Gideon’s capture, with Kairi’s supposed death, with our own grief… we had assumed. We had never verified her body amongst the dead.

Ryujin against Ashura were the greatest world champions of Japanese origin, they were brute and strong men with an enviable physique at the height of their physique, with each of them, with their bodies defined in the prime of life, with their 22 years each one of them, childhood friends. Tsuki remembered that their teacher, he trained too, but he didn't follow the career, at that time, when everyone saw the competition, a turn of his body, in which he saw a badly placed punch when both were on the limit, a of them, he fell awkwardly towards the ring, where he did not get up again. - Call the ambulance. – The judge asked. Reporters and newspapers televised the brutal clash that ended with Ry

"Look, Mr. Caspian. She picked up some random trinket and claimed you gave it to her." She was eager to see me utterly ruined and to witness my tragic end. But she failed to notice the flash of fury that shot through Caspian's eyes the moment his eyes fell on the ring. He'd personally ordered the ring to be recarved. It bore the letter "E". Shoving past Mable, he cut straight through the crowd. I slowly pushed myself upright and hastily covered my exposed back, only to hear Caspian call my name in a voice filled with heart-wrenching pain. "Erica… Who did this?"

And tomorrow, we'd wake up and continue building the lives he'd tried to destroy. That was victory. Not elaborate revenge. Not dramatic confrontations. Just... continuing to live well despite him. That was the best ending to his story. He died alone and unmourned. We lived surrounded by love and purpose. That was enough. More than enough. That was everything.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

"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.

It's true that lack of energy, but just bringing your face a little closer, it's embarrassing, it's clear that you can't kiss it to look at it with such horror eyes. Kito Yun's soul has long since scattered! Just a little more, his lips, and his lips are already touching, although it's a bit regretful, it still looks like luck. Because General Ruan has always been standing at the door watching, he almost had to go to the hospital because he was beaten to death by General Ruan. "Are you cold?" Kito Yun wept in his heart. Young master, can you be a little right? Don't do that again or I'll really die.

Akira: Hmm the King die from heart attack? Kasumi: Not that, but the Ragnarok.is starting. Akira: Hee, seriously? Kasumi: Why You... Argh i can’t it anymore. Kasumi then storming out and followed by a few girls. I was wondering since when she got those underling? Akira: How many beat you heard. Hanzo: 2 beat. Akira: So 3 beat huh, we still had the time. So what the response of the old man.

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

" What? No way? All of them? Impossible! " Right at that moment Josh got a call from Chong and what he learnt, blew all our minds away. All the individual werewolves were dead. Bodies were found in a horrible shape, their souls were sucked away. A repetition of history, once again. " It's time. It's now or never. We get to crush that visious fang that threatens to spread again... " Nobody dared to speak out but I knew that a million questions might have been bugging them. And that included Ryan.