Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

He’s not trying to defend himself anymore. His mouth is open… and so are his eyes. He’s not even blinking. “Shit, he’s not breathing.!” Nico’s panicked voice reaches my ear. “Massimo… fuck… he’s dead!” Dead. Dead? That word rips the world in half. My gaze drops, just a little. Enough to catch the sight of the boy’s skull, cracked open like something fragile and useless. Blood seeping from beneath him, soaking the floor, staining it dark. His eyes are still open, stare blankly at the ceiling like he died with a joke still on his lips.

"What?you act like you're serious and dump them later on" "No,that was just an advice,I do girls but not in your way"The masked man stand up and stride to the window. "Ever been to a girl's burial? it's shitty" Frown elicit from the masked man face. "No, been to one?" He straighten his grey suit and loosen the cuffs. "Yes,it was a long time ago.... ma'am Debra died" Gary notice the change in atmosphere but wave it off as nothing and only fix his eyes on the man.

Kaze glanced at the unwilling look in Miles’ eyes. However, he did not care and shot Miles in the head. Seeing what happened from the car, Clarice was afraid. She dared not approach the scene and patiently waited for Kaze to call her. Although Morris had watched his most trusted man die in front of him, he was unbothered. Everything was expected, but he still failed in the end. There was no way for him to turn things around, no matter how resentful he still was.

At the bottom, they entered a catacomb of glass-encased relics. Floating inside the translucent caskets were not corpses—but ideas. Sefina walked past one that held a child made entirely of barnacles, its heartbeat visible in the shell-pulse of its chest. Jonas passed a man whose mouth was sewn shut with gold filament—yet whose eyes followed them, silently judging. Maya stopped at the largest casket. Inside floated a piece of skin. Only skin. But it bore a tattoo—a sigil Maya had seen before, once carved into a drowned body the trench spat up during the first war.

Then, I scrawled three words on the back of the death notification and left it sitting right next to the 'C'. AN EYE FOR AN EYE. I moved to the window, the cold night air rushing in. I looked down at the street where the black SUV was waiting. I knew Jaxson was down there. I knew he was probably looking up at this window, waiting for the "Golden Boy" to die. Fine, I thought, stepping onto the fire escape. Let him wait. He thinks Lukas Moretti is dead. But I’m coming back for his soul!!!!

They looked battered, but whole. “Marcus!” Leo’s face was a mask of relief. “You made it.” “Barely,” Marcus grunted, wiping fresh blood from his lip. “The newbies… they didn’t just kill the NPCs. They broke something.” Spark stalked to the roof’s edge, her colorful braids whipping in the acrid wind. “They’re dead, right? They had to be in that blast zone. No way they survived.” “Look at the screen,” Marcus said, his voice hollow.

My eyes lit up with joy. But before I could thank the system, it finished its notification. 'Your original body is suffering from multiple organ failures due to the car crash, though. You can only live for three days at most.' Tears welled up in my eyes, but I ignored them. "That's fine. Thank you, System. At least, I can see my parents one last time." All I could think about was my original parents. Ignoring the agony surging through my body, I stood up to jump into the lake one more time.

I turned to face the person but that's not a person like I expected. My eyes looked at it from downwards. He's wrapped in a black dress and a hoodie on the head. But where's the face? I can only see the skeleton structure instead of a human face. There are three of them with a carriage behind them. each one is having an axe in those skeleton hands. The Carriage is tied to two horses which looked lifeless and equal to a corpse. But behind the carriage, there's a prison cell without anyone. " We...we are dead," Mason said including me in the dead list. He brought me closer to him and whispered in my ear.

Marcel compromised while distractingly shifting her eyes seeking the desired spot to capture the final photo of the night. “Marcel… Marcel… that’s enough now, come on… don’t go any further… Marcel…” Mike kept calling out to her, inching closer as he vaguely saw her stepping a bit too close to the end of the barrier. "M..." “Relax; this is the last one, promise… I just need the perfect angle…” “Marcel!” Mike yelled out in fear for the last time, leaping forward barely managing to grab hold of and instantly shoving his sister aside, saving her from the depths of despair, but unfortunately falling to his death into the deep unknown.

They look back at the beast to gulp. The ground they stood on started shaking. The birds started flying. Dark clouds envelope the sky. Covering up the full moon. When suddenly the beasts eyes open again. And Mateo sees his death in them. Blood red orbs. With anger re defined. With no traces of grey. Not even a bit. " Y....ouuuu willllllkillll Mee huhhhh!! Youuuu?!" " Agghhhhhhhh" " Dieeeeeeee" Mateo couldn't even blink as in second. Misaki wraps it's claws around Mateo's neck. Making the little strength left in Mateo to diminish.