Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

she said quietly. I stood up and followed her to the small conference room just down the hall. A large screen flickered to life, and I saw Ethan’s face. His piercing blue eyes stared back at me from the screen, calm, composed, like always. But there was something in his expression—something harder, colder. The war was in full swing, both against the virus and against the infected.

You puny kids are no match for me LISA: Death trap...Satanic smoke. This is your 'THE END' niece ??: Not so fast. (jumped in front of the smoke) Heavenly mist (the satanic mist cleared) LISA: Nicole?! No way! NICOLE: I can see you are too happy to see me, isn't it? LISA: I am happy that...you have resurrected....(smirks) to die. Thunder strike, version three (sent a thicker thunder)

The image on the monitor distorted. Black lines were eating over the screen, but the face remained visible. Mara's face. Wet. Smiling. With silver eyes. The second Mara slowly raised the head while behind it the train station in Panik snank. People stumbled. Some bleeded out of nose and ears. Others just stood there and stared at the water at their feet. The water crawled. Not much. But enough. Like a disease that had just begun. Jonas left.

I thought… maybe everything… every heartbreak that has turned my heart into plastic… I thought that was the last of it but I can’t even feel my heartbeat anymore. Leo die, you deserve to die. Mikko is yelling at my face, “Mason? Mason? For fuck sake, are you listening to me?” He turns around and shoot at a mad wolf running towards us before turning to grab my face with his both hands, “For fuck sake Mason get yourself together or we are going to die with these mad dogs.”

"As long as I wasn't disowned when they were alive, I remain Lucas Santinello, my last name is Santinello and as long as I am not here to listen, their will will not be read." And with that, he turns around to leave. Suddenly, he is not with something heavy and his sight becomes blurry and everything seems to be in a daze for a few seconds before he hits the ground, unconscious. * "What the hell?!" Mika yells, snapping Lucas back to reality. "One of them hit you across the head with something??"

“And then, about a year ago, I received a package.” Yuri blinked. “What?” “It was from Michio-niisan,” said Miki. “The package contained a disc which had information that he had found out about Hitomi-obaa-san’s death, as well as the truth behind Michiru-niisan’s death. In that disc, Michio-niisan told me that he had found out that a mysterious organisation was behind both their deaths. Michio-niisan said that it is otherwise known as ‘Raven’s Gate’, and that they are based in Japan.”

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

(Friend, Enemies and those In Between) Thirty seconds later, a plastic BB bounced off my right shoulder. This time, I was leading Charlotte out. No one spoke. We couldn't see Miyako anyway, now dressed in her black pajamas and her face being reduced to just one slit for her eyes. We found the A****n dead at her post. She was in a cunningly crafted blind not easily spotted from any direction.

Cam has a decent hold as long as Temperance doesn’t try to wake up or anything. Sebastian- We will be back for the whole night. Cole- Good. Sebastian dresses and joins Janice and Zachary in the front row of the funeral. The dark brown casket is covered by the Silver Biczi Flag. Jasper stands to address everyone present. Sebastian looks up at him with narrowed eyes. Cole- What the Fuck? Sebastian- I didn’t even get a chance to say it.

He’s wearing a black medical facemask for anonymity, like a true K-pop idol. The tombs in the cemetery are all made of concrete; either gray or painted white. Some are fenced-in with low, spiky metal bars while most, like the Maliksis’, are only roofed, cut off from the one next to it by low walls. Inside Nate, Ecto is amazed at the Filipino custom of burial. He has finally made sense of the vapid description on Wikipedia.