Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

Radolyub fell to his knees, rested his forehead on the ground and could not stop himself in order not to laugh. His whole body shook with hysterical laughter, tears flowed from his eyes, his fingers scraped the ground, raked in dust. Mida looked at him blankly. A large crowd of the dead had gathered around their dome. The walking corpses snapped their jaws furiously, hissed furiously and fought against an invisible barrier. The only free place where one could look and not stumble upon their faces distorted by death was the sky.

Chapter 3 'How am I still alive?' Mika wondered. That question was her only focus. 'I was supposed to be dead by now. I didn't plan for this. I have no idea what to do past this point.' Kai turned on the porch lights and entered the apartment building, kicking the front door open with a hefty thud. Lights flickered in the hallway as they climbed the stairs and led her into the most unlikely room. Numerous display cases boasted relics of the old world in conditions she had up to then only dreamed were possible.

Daimon commented, looking at the way Keisha put on her makeup. "Isn't this your goal? To look as if you tortured me to death," she responded with her eyebrows raised. They plan to execute a fake death, just like what the mafia boss did, to make Ellaine believe her command was followed and Keisha already received her end. "I guess now I know what I'd look like if I ever die a faith like this," she commented with a scoff. Her face looked as if it was filled with bruises and cuts. She was wearing a spaghetti-strapped tank top and fairly short shorts that showed a lot of her skin.

My gaze sharpened, snapping to the rearview. T’s head rested against the window, his face pale beneath the smears of dried blood, his breathing ragged as he shifted in his seat with a wince. “You know,” T rasped. “We’re all going to die tonight.” Tell me something I didn’t know. When it became clear I wasn’t going to indulge him, his eyes drifted shut again. I watched, counted his uneven breath. Still alive. Barely. Mason finally came through the doors, hands shoved deep into his pocket and a frown on his face like the world had gone to shit. Technically, it had but I knew all too well that it wasn’t the reason for his somber expression.

Silence rested amongst every body present in the room, it was almost as if don controlled our breath. She was dressed in her signature leather jumpsuit and a large hat which covered half of her face leaving just her lips in view. "The death of Mr Castillo isn't an ordinary matter, in short words this case isn't a subtle case. Whoever this person is he or she has discovered about me and in order to get to me they have to get through Maja which only means one thing" her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears.

she mumbled, taking a step forward involuntarily. Teresa gulped hard, her body trembling, hands still locked with those of her son, Leo. A tear slid down his cheek as he stared at Lisa’s cold body. Marco leaned back into his chair. That single shot killed every lingering fight left in him. With a stretch of his arm, he locked hands with his wife. Roberto D’Amore glared at Dante, eyes filled with rage. His breath came unevenly, his teeth gritted as if holding back a scream.

Nothing really seem different from them both if not that Isekai's eye seem to have something like a fire wheel while the eye of the body that just formed seemed to have a spectre with a scythe on it. "who are you? Isekai who just wake up asked as he saw thanatos who was standing there naked staring down at him. "well even though i never expected much since i already knew your personality but at least you can show a face showing fear or any other emotion as a person that wake up only to see a person that is exact replica of him staring down at him," Thanatos said as he stood up while walking to the porch to pick it up while saying "you don't need to prepare the necklace any longer," Thanatos

A hush befell the scene. No one could let out a single sound at that moment because everyone’s mouths were so wide open that extra large-sized bowls could be fit into them. They had never thought that Mr. Ritz, a Rank 8 Evolved One, would die just like that. 'Death Arena, Death Arena! ‘A ghost has been added to the underworld, while Dicky Ritz is gone for good in the real world.' On the other hand, Lucas' stunning face was still composed as if nothing had occurred.

I just nodded at Toma, the underground surgeon. “You got the faces?” I asked. He held up two silicone masks, perfect copies. Every line. Every wrinkle. Down to the pores. “Fresh and ready. You sure you want to do this? These two don’t look like much.” “I don’t need them to be much,” I said. “I need them dead.” Val shoved a rag into the blond one’s mouth. “I’ll make it quick,” he whispered. It wasn’t. The metal table was cold beneath the dead assistant’s body.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"