Novel & Cerita Makarov Fairy Tail Death

Mako said. Daeira received the dagger from him in much anguish on her face. "Daeira! No!" GD screamed wildly. "That way, your sins shall be atoned." Mako gently combed her hair even. "You don't deserve to live. Not now. Not ever." "NO!" GD could only wish he can break free and murder all these bastards in a snap but the more he thrashed, the more the metals tightened and sucked all his strength. Mako smirked when Daeira stopped crying while contemplating on the dagger in a blank face. She tilted her head to it, as if considering his words.

Face slightly slant towards her direction, fuming, “Next time we'll meet,... I'll kill you!!!” After he declared it. He shots his pistol three times at the endless sky. Suddenly a group of blue morpho butterflies emerges out of nowhere, fluttering with its beautiful wings around Aoi Akuma making a spectacular and enchanting sight. As soon as he put back his hood on his head while smiling deviously towards Zitrey, the butterflies landed on his cloak giving off a silhouette full of these beautiful insects. But before it could completely hide his face, his lips move, mumbling with a sad face, “Sayonara, Tomodachi...” Then in twinkling, as the Blue Morpho butterflies fluttered up at the night sk

Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

He very much regretted his decision. He should’ve shouted Harvey’s true identity and let Daito know. The fate of the Island Nations relied on this very information. It was a shame that there was no medicine for regret. There was no way back. Filled with his deepest regrets, Myata’s head tilted ever so slightly as he stopped breathing, He lay on Scarlett’s skirt, no longer alive. The crowd was dead silent. ‘He died?!’ ‘Did Miyata really die just like that?!’ ‘An Island Nation God of War and the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way… was killed off that easily?!’

Gasping, I look up, seeing Marek getting to his feet, breathing heavily. He doesn’t look relieved, stalking around the Snow Demon, examining it "No...No Akara, it's dead.” His eyes are full of dread, as he looks back to me. I’m numb. "I killed it." "Killing a Tani does not come without consequences," he exclaims, facing me. Despite both of us being covered in blood, I want to collapse in his arms and cry this entire trip away, including kill this monster. "You could die from this."

The moment Falco landed the blunt strike, the jarring impact forcefully widened the wound on his forehead created by the arrow, making his brains burst out of his skull. The creature died immediately. His eyes opened wide when the notification inside his head confirmed his death. Falco had his eyes on the battle and was sure that the one whom he killed just now was nowhere as injured as the other Malakas. In fact, the one whom he killed had come from the back. Yet, the beast died in just two strikes. All the creatures that he had killed at least needed 4-6 strikes, however this one dies immediately. Falco felt something weird, but he didn't have the audacity to dwell into it right now. His c

"Soy Atacia Luis Montreal, invocadora del legendario Fénix, dueña de la espada Fénix y tu muerte." At the same time as she said that, the Dark Queen was completely defeated and fell into the abyss, at the same time Drake beheaded the Dark Snake's head and stabbed it in the heart. But of course, she wouldn't allow that she's the only one who's going to die. She made a whip with a poisonous blade at its end before throwing it. It hit Atacia's very chest which she didn't expect. She was on her knees and could not move. She could only feel the pain of the wound and the poison slowly crawling in her veins.

Massimo yelled, blood gushing out of his nostrils again. "You're poisoned anyways, and it's obvious. I know the poison, and I know the antidote, but kill me, and you'd die!" Kaito boomed. "Death, I choose" Massimo replied, firing at his forehead. Kaito staggered back, falling into the fountain water where he drowned in his own blood. "Papa!!!!" Izumi screamed, jumping into the fountain with the man who's floating in water. She suddenly looked up from the fountain, panting before getting her gun from her thigh straps.

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.

In the end, the other five peerless masters were all killed by Azrael. The old man retreated in a hurry, but one of his arms was cut off by Azrael. This matter had been firmly sealed by the Shinichi Miyamoto's family for a long time and had not been spread out. How did the guy in front of him know it? Seeing this scene, Fang Wenzhou could not help giving Yang Xiao a thumbs-up in his heart. As expected of the Death God, Patriarch Miyamoto, a world-class rich man, could not withstand a single blow from Yang Xiao.