Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

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.

Speaking of Lolita… Tessa glanced into the rearview mirror and saw that she was still alive. Shocked, she looked back at the girl. Indeed, she was still alive! Her face was bloated and purple, but very much alive. There were veiny lines on her throat, which traveled to her collarbone, her cheeks and her forehead, but the bitch was still alive. “Just die!” Tessa roared, looking back at the road. Tears actually came to her eyes. “Why the fuck won’t you die, huh? Why can’t you just fucking die?!”

When then, Tsuky Miki was stunned, seconds and a half to two minutes of stun, what followed whether it was too late, too late, or not, happened one after the other. Joker lost his smile, Tsuky Miki choked turned his face towards the ceiling and spit blood, choking would be the least, he spat, regurgitated and towards the clown who had his face covered in blood, Tsuky Miki staggered back, went at that moment between the near loss of consciousness.

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.

Kicking her away, Mike then roared, “Go have a good look at him and tell me whether he’s still alive, then!” By chance, Xavia was kicked hard enough for her to fall right before the corpse’s pale face… Due to how close she was, she could see all the pale man’s features in horrifying detail. It was almost like she was staring at a ghoul…! However, what made everything worse was the fact that the man’s dead eyes were staring right into hers…! This… This was what a dead person looked like…! Now trembling in her utter shock, Xavia suddenly felt the world spin before her… and the next thing she knew, everything had gone dark.