Mohawk Invincible Death Novels & Stories

“How did they die?” I hardened my heart and repeated the most heart-breaking events of my life mechanically. “My dad, Jonathan Hensley, was a member of the Red River Pack. He died in a car accident while transporting weapons during a war. And my mom, she died in a car crash too. She saved the Alpha couple of the Moon Howler’s Pack in the accident, but couldn’t escape from the fire. The unexpected explosion of the fuel tank was the reason for her death.” “Cynthia was burnt alive?”

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Reliability is not satisfactory unless the building is isolated and highly combustible Drugs, in all types of assassination except terroristic, drugs can be very effective. If the assassin is trained as a doctor or nurse and the subject is under medical care, this is an easy and rare method. An overdose of morphine administered as a sedative will cause death without disturbance and is difficult to detect. The size of the dose will depend upon whether the subject has been using narcotics regularly. If the subject drinks heavily, morphine or a similar narcotic can be injected at the passing out stage, and the cause of death will often be held to be acute alcoholism. Specific poisons, such as a

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

She also invited Keith to dinner that evening, saying she had a surprise for him. I floated beside him and wished I could scream. 'Don't go! She's the one who cut off my limbs! She's the one who tore open my stomach!' But a soul couldn't make a sound. All I could do was watch helplessly as Keith accepted the invitation. "Alpha," Elliott said softly. "The wolf essence results are out." Keith accepted the document. His gaze landed on the name. [Juliet. Female. Pregnant. Time of death, seven days ago. Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss.]

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

At this point, I was certain, that my breathing wasn't there anymore. "The sword is-- His words were uncompleted, this time not by my interruptions but by the heavy clanging of metals and cries for help, it soon got deafening. "What is happening?!" I yelled to him, but he also looked lost. "Alpha," warrior Logan came scramming in, his hurried steps disheveled. "Blackfur pack. They are here.. W-war!" His words were just as messed up as his steps. "War? What w-- I didn't get to complete my sentence before an arrow shot right through warrior Logan, penetrating greatly into his skin and dropping to the floor from his back; bloodied.

Both the armor of Invictus and the void shield of the pirate vessel were ablaze with explosions. By now Invictus had managed to get halfway beside the traitor vessel all the while pounding its shields with every gun that could shoot. "Brace for hard manoeuvres!" Price ordered. "Bow batteries, load Super-Density shells. Prepare for salvo fire on my command. Helm, main engines to idle, shift ten degrees starboard. Five degrees nose down. Bow thrusters to full reverse!"