Mha Death Arms Novels & Stories

Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss. Keith's hands began to shake. He stared at that name for a very long time. Then he shook his head. "No." His voice was very soft. "That's impossible. She's not dead. She can't be dead." "Alpha!" Elliott tried to say something, but Keith wasn't listening. He turned and ran out of the conference room. He headed straight for the autopsy room. He yanked the white sheet away and stared at the unrecognizable face beneath it. He reached out before stopping halfway.

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.

Schnell pressed play. White noise. Then: "He said he wasn't dead. But he was. I saw him die. And then he came back and he was so angry--" The rest dissolved into screams. We left it playing and kept moving. The armory yielded a few more useful items: concussion grenades, a grenade launcher with two rounds, body armor. Mont's expression was grim, focused. He was assembling something in his head. A plan, maybe. Or a goodbye. None of us noticed he’d gone until it was too late.

One of the officers with a moustache and a more muscular build replied. "Abel? How the fukc do you know its me. I'm dead, everyone thinks I'm dead. And then some pussy ass cops of all entities are the first to know I'm alive." Abel snapped, angrily simultaneously cocking the gun he held ,pointed at the side head of the officers in his grasp. Letting them know he means business.

Mom's complaints were cut short as she followed the officer, going deeper and deeper inside the precinct. "Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask. No one answered her, but she found out very soon. In the large morgue, the officer led Mom and Cindy to stand beside a body. "Here's Ms. Flora Saddler. We've found her for you." Mom lifted the white sheet with trembling hands. Cindy leaned in as well. But the moment she saw my lifeless, still-open eyes, she screamed and collapsed to the ground. All color drained from her face.

Just as Alpha Leonardo is about to pull his canines from her, Leana stops him. “Don’t stop, Alpha. Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. Give her more of your venom,” she tells him, and we all watch as the purple mist pours out of Mehira, continuing long after she passes out. It isn’t until the air is clear that Leana tells Alpha Leonardo that he can stop. When he pulls his canines from her, he takes her face in his hands. “Is she…?” he asks. “She’s still dead, but she’s alive,” I tell him.

Rhae pushed her way out of the guild house and onto the cobbled streets. Rhaenyx Maltalor, an assassin for the Henla guild, and the only member with over 500 kills. She had been arrested three times, but had left within three days due to bail, or destroyed evidence of the crime. She had striking blonde hair, and pale skin due to the lack of sunlight. Rhae wore ocean blue gear, that fell from her shoulders, to just above the ground. Two slits ran from her hips down to the ground in front of her legs. She wore three belts, one around her hips, another around her waist, and the last on her lower chest. Metal plating covered her shoulders, with leather bands, strapping them on tight. She wore kn

Death was a tall 6'5", slim man with mostly pale skin. His arms, like his legs, were pitch black. His hair was long, about shoulder length, and almost as dark as his limbs. Death was wearing a dark purple robe that went down to the top of his shins with a hood on the back. The sleeves were long enough to cover his lanky arms. His office was a simple room, about eight-hundred square feet, with grey walls. There was a desk and a plaque behind the desk that reads "Memento Mori" Death didn't care for the plaque and often saw it as kind of a joke. He was given it as a gift though, so he kept it hung up at all times, hoping his new recruits wouldn't notice.

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.