Mikasa Death Stare Novels & Stories

I turn another page and my hands go still. The header is in Italian, neat and unhurried. Authorization code, Palermo operation. Beneath it, a string of numbers and letters that mean nothing to me, and beneath that, a date. Two years ago. The date Lorenzo Armenise was killed. And below the date, in the same careful script, a single word. Target. And the target’s surname is Armenise.

Also once it was used Mane couldn’t use both The Dark Times and Absolute Darkness: Evasive Killing for an entire day. The decapitated head of Nasir rolled to Camila’s side and she was able to see its expression up close. The eyes of the head were largely tranquil, and a small smile was plastered onto its face. Even in his last moments, this person definitely didn’t think he was about to die. His expression was too calm for that. He never thought that he would die so simply. In that moment, time stood still. Camila watched dumbfounded as the head rolled around a few times. It was only after Nasir body joined its head and fell onto the ground as well, that she woke up from her daze.

He turned to stare at me and we both nodded in understanding. I touched her on the shoulder and she looked up. "Star rise". And she rose. She blinked and just like that, it seemed she was out of her trance. "Weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" She was on me and I was tackled to the ground. My back collided with the hard ground as well as my head. Pain seared through and I winced a bit too loudly, my eyes shut tightly. I felt the weight being lifted from me and a loud thud at the other side of the room. I opened my eyes to find Star across the room. Her left knee was on the ground and her both fists supported her weight. I gasped. Did Urano fling his sister a....

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."

Michelangelo gritted his teeth. He too looked around and saw all the people waiting for Tikhon. First, his eyes fell on Ishida Masayuki, the scary leader of Limiri Cosca from Thobhu Limiri, dressed sharply in a grey suit. His strict face was enough to instil fear in even the most fearless people.

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

I am sure I will definitely survive in this world if I stopped caring about every single sound. I immediately turned around and there is a person standing in front of me. His mouth is stained with blood and his mouth has meat with still blood out flowing. His dark red eyes are staring straight at me like I am next. His body is pale, and his hair is long. He has a death stare. He moved to the front a little and I took a step back.

*WARNING* It has killing scene and gore. If you are not comfortable then read at your own risk. Thank you~ ••• Lucas signalled to one of his men who had been holding Diego's henchmen by both arms and the man in black nodded upj getting the signal from his boss. He switched his hands to the neck of Diego's man and within the snap of fingers the man was lying dead on the floor with blood pooling out from his mouth. Yes! With just one swing the cracking sound of his bones resonated and the man was dead. Lucas skimmed around the hall in order to spot the after but Diego was still hiding like a cowed that Lucas called him out once again

“I’m trying bu-“ Miaka wasn’t able to finish her sentence as a snapping sound filled the cell. Everyone’s attention immediately shifted towards Asmara only to find that she had stopped moving completely. Everything was eerily still as Asmara’s head rolled back and her lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling. There was blood everywhere. It had gushed out of her mouth, her nose, her ears and even the corner of her eyes. Her skin was pale to the point that it looked a sickly blue and slowly, her iris turned completely white. The once beautiful and elegant woman looked like a horrid monster in her death. “She’s dead.” Miaka confirmed. “I don’t know how that’s possible…but she’s truly gone.” “Wait…wh

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.