Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

"Mika used to— Come here?" "Well, fuck me now. It's Crassius. Crassius Aurelius. Amika's elder brother. We're dead." "Whoa. He's as pale as she said he was" "Are his eyes real?" "He's actually pretty. Angels of death are always pretty, aren't they?" "Cream?" My head is spinning but I feel her hands hold me. Looking at her again has me flashing faces between her and Mika before I hear her voice. "Cream, are you alright?"

Even the dead seem curious. They start drifting up the service road just before the third container lifts, drawn by engine growl and metal-on-metal shriek. Five at first. Then eight. Then enough that Miles turns his head once and Marcus’s people move. No shouting. No fuss. Miles takes the left side with Tessa and Cal while three others from Marcus’ group fans right. They handle the dead fast and quiet. Too fast. Too quiet. Maya watches while pretending to check chalk marks. Tessa cuts hamstrings before skulls. Another uses a short blade with economical rhythm. Marcus himself is not there. He is on the far perimeter, but his people move like he is standing inside their heads giving directions

I slump against him. He lifts me up. He carries me over the rubble. I try to keep my eyes open. I try to fix my gaze on the ground. I see a boot sticking out from under a collapsed catwalk. A combat boot. A leg in camouflage pants. Markos. The catwalk beam has crushed his chest. Blood pours from his ears and mouth. His eyes are open, staring at me, glassy and dead. "Markos," I slur. "Collateral damage," Nikos says, stepping over the body.

Pirates Attack Gerrado Merc Fleet And Get PERFORATED Wrecking Shop With The TNM Type F Mecha (3rd Gen) “We have underestimated the popularity of violence,” said Miko. “There is too much garbage.” ~ Eva sat down at her terminal and massaged her neck as she considered what she was about to do. One of their EyeCasts hovered in front of her, its lens gleamed at her in anticipation. She looked over at Miko who sat off to the side, just off camera.

My throat reverberates with a loud gasp, and my heart staggers, seizes, then furiously lurches against my ribs at the grey, battered body stretched on a table. Mikael. My Mikael. He's dead. My world is pitched into perfect blackness.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

An eerie silence fell over the deep-sea zone again after Miki's transformation. Everyone stood still for a moment, staring at her unconscious body with a sense of dread and despair. The dim, distorted light from the fish tanks cast an eerie glow on their faces, revealing eyes filled with panic and a failure to comprehend the fate they were facing. "Miki... she really can't hear us anymore?" Ploy asked in a soft voice. Her face was still pale, and the seal-like burn on her hand was a deep red, with a faint glow.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

Maru said to the system. "Affirmative, Maru." Madame Ais responded. "Thank you, Madame Ais." Maru said to the system. He waited for Madame Ais's reply but none was given after five breaths. Maru tried sleeping but the entire day flashed back before his eyes. He saw the deaths in that village. An image of the man he murdered also reappeared. Maru wished that he could forget his ugly face. But every time he closed his eyes, the picture of his gory death would once more come into existence. Like a constant reminder of what he had done.

Both times had been declared accidents but Boro still wondered about the truth to the rumors. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes seeing Mika standing there looking smug. One of those deaths had been at his hands. One of the people killed had their neck broken with a wooden practice sword. The other had been a good friend of Boros, and Mika ran him through the throat with a wooden spear during a sanctioned duel.