Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

I wanted to have small talk and all with her but I noticed a stare on my body so I whipped my head to the back, I saw a man staring at me intently and glaring at me, making me look back to see if it was June he was giving the bad eye or me, but June looked so unfazed about anything so I know the death stare is for me. “June, do you by chance know the man sitting opposite you in a brown top with a shaggy beard and untrimmed hair glaring in this direction with obsidian orbs? ” I asked her and she looked down first before looking at the man, she got startled by the death stare also and whipped her head to the back to see if there was anyone at her back that the stare is directed at.

When Towcs was standing an inch high in black liquid, he moved close to the line of the circle. The image of a clear blue sky appears, it looks like we are looking through the eyes of something that's flying. The view then slowly looks to the left, and a person flying comes into view. A version uniform that has golden lines, long raven black flowing hair, a fair face, and piercing deep blue ocean eyes that's shimmering like ripples across the water. I was once again gazing at the face of my creator, Goddess Misaki. " Looks like it's V0."

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

My heart quickened its pace, and a sense of trepidation washed over me as I watched the glass wall. Markus approached the pedestal, a malevolent grin curling his lips. "Watch, my dear, Anisha." he smiled a sinister smile. "Watch them..." A light expectedly illuminated what was behind the glass wall. My eyes widened, and my breath stopped. Down, behind the glass wall stood Kazimir, Kallum, Roan, Tanner, James, and Robert. My mates! . . . KAZIMIR We stood there, waiting, assessing the surrounding. The smell of human remains hit my nose, blood, fresh and old permeated the air.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

Some people shouted in terror, others ran and prayed silently. The darkness twisted through the air, it was growing and expanding taking a round shape like a tornado. And for one terrible second, Zara thought she saw a face inside it. The face was watching her and smiling then it vanished, just like that. The square fell silent. Marcus collapsed forward lifeless. He was dead, this time he wasn't missing, he was truly dead. Nobody moved or did anything, the only sound was that of the wind. Then Selene slowly knelt beside the body, her hands trembling.

Inside was a small, dusty security console, disconnected from the main system but still powered. Cassiel’s breath hitched, heart pounding as he powered it on. The screens flickered, revealing grainy black-and-white footage—static dancing at the edges. Then, a figure appeared. Marco. Cassiel’s pulse slammed in his ears. The man he had personally killed—coldly, without mercy—stood before the camera, smirking like a ghost from the past, alive and mocking him. The footage showed Marco moving through Cassiel’s private study, whispering to someone off-camera. His tone was calm, confident, almost cruel.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

"But you need to be repurposed. We have one last synchronization to complete before the others arrive." In the server room, Dave wiped sweat from his upper lip. "Did that guy just look at the camera? He couldn’t have, could he? The resolution on that pinhole lens is garbage." "He looked at it," Miki breathed, his hand hovering over the 'Alert Security' button. "Dave, he looked right at it. And did you see the way the other guy, the marketing one, is swaying? He's completely disconnected from reality." "Hey," Miki gasped, staring at the screen.

AND LIVE UPTO MY NAME! “Now what?" I thought. My head was beaded with sweat. My breath was heavier than usual. Just... ‘Ghost Shinobi’? Just whom did I kill? And I killed someone when I was a child? What did I do back then? I snapped back to reality when I heard Mika’s terrified screams and saw a man pointing a knife at her. She stood there, unable to move, as the man said, “You will never get out of here alive.” The man raised his knife for the kill as Mika was unable to move, frozen in fear as I saw her eyes ringing emergency alarms evidently.