Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

One month after… … Marcus died due to the Pandemic that swept the world. ♦ ♦ ♦ "Raise your head and look at me" Zark demanded, before him, was an illusory reflection of his old self. Marcel was reflecting the same ideals as his. Marcel's gaze lifted from his position on the ground and he looked directly at Zark, which he saw petrified. Pale skin like a corpse, empty eyes submerged in a perpetual darkness in which he had a single purple point, a black ring which radiated the purest of light was on his head.

" I wondered who it was that had used my phone to send these messages after I died. I tried my best to recall what happened after I entered the basement. However, I could not remember anything else other than the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. The lights in the basement were kept on for the next few days. Layla was focused on carving a plaster head using a carving knife. She traced the eye on the head carefully with the sharp tip of the knife. The facial features on the plaster head felt so familiar that it made Layla pause. Her hands trembled slightly. Philip walked over to her and gave her a nod of approval. He pointed to the sculpture of a human figure standing in a cor

That’s what I call it since it looks like a cabinet to me, but that is where the dead bodies are. “Here he is,” he said. Milka and I approached him and took a look. Fuck, he really looks like the rogue I killed in Kaiser’s world. I should have asked that moron to do an autopsy on his body as well. “Let me touch him,” Milka said, and she did as she said. I knew what she was about to do, so I waited. But I wasn’t prepared for her reaction. She covered her mouth with her other hand. Her eyes, which were supposed to be closed, were round and wide, looking at me. What the fuck did she see?

"Why. Do. You. Desire. To. Live?" The deaths speak in a deep intimidating cold voice that brings chills to the ones who hear his words. The death speaks in human language to Mike who's about to lose light from his single eye. His descend stops as it exactly stops in front of death. Mike who has little vision in his eye saw the face of the death that is in front of him as the dim light from below shows the death silhouette's face. Eel face, glowing white two eyes, with hundreds of layers of razor-sharp teeth as its long tongue slipping out from its mouth. The rest of his body cannot be seen because of the darkness wrapping around him except its face.

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

"Kai! He's my friend!" Maika jumped into action, screaming for Kai to stop, but he couldn't hear her over all the commotion and the thundering of the weather. Kai smiled to himself, and said just loudly enough for Miaka to hear, "I don't care about that Miss Sasin." He took a massive chuck out of the guy's neck, leaving him a corpse on the floor at their feet. Miaka gave him a look that could have killed him dead on the spot if looks could really kill.

He's already staring at me, a warm, encouraging smile on his lips. I return the smile, and then leave with Milo and Sera. The morning has gone completely silent, only interrupted by the distant wails of sirens and the hum of security drones now circling the Silver Tower. We soon reach the lobby, and just then, he appears. Mikos. He stands like a statue, a cold yet furious aura settled over him. His gaze is locked on me. Silent and sharp. It is not the hatred I see in his expression..it is worse. Something akin to disbelief.

“You’re mistaken, the other one won’t kill you right away too. Either way, you’ll get killed.” Mizuko stared at Kenshi in the eyes. Those golden eyes do reminds her of the sunset. And she must tell him that. After all, she doesn’t really remember if she had ever told him that before. “You know what?” She twirls and bit her lower lip. “Your eyes reminds me of the beautiful sunset on the other world. I bet you’ve seen it since you lived there for a year you were gone here.” “You love the sunset,” he uttered.

Because the person sitting inside that second car— Isn’t dead. They’re just unconscious. And when the floodlight hits their face— I recognize them immediately. Marcus whispers the name. “Victor Salazar.”

Every name complicit. Talana didn’t flinch as she raised the pistol. De Marco laughed weakly. “You won’t shoot me. You need me.” “No,” she whispered. “You’re the last loose thread.” And she pulled the trigger. The shot echoed like thunder through the stone halls. Blood pooled under his jaw. His eyes froze open. Massimo stepped closer, watching her carefully. Her hand lowered slowly. “No name. No grave,” she said. “He dies as he lived. Faceless.”