Orochimaru Death Novels & Stories

She felt like going insane after knowing he is alive. "Are you crazy? I fucking saw you...Damn it. You're dead! I saw it. I fucking saw it. Everyone saw it!" Lips trembled, Sumire is starting to get hysterical. "Yes, you are right. I was obviously dead but the person who was on the gallows 2 months ago was not me. It was a puppet. A mere clone made by Chadwick. I asked Narco to tell you everything. Ha... What else did I expect from that kid." Mort didn't know whether to laugh or what. Sumire, on the other hand, finally shed her tears.

Orion's harsh tone broke the trance of Imogen's thought. Imogen flinched and couldn't realize being still in the state of daze, his brow frowned as his lips moved on, "What do you mean?" "Abbiamo trovato il corpo mezzurro di Joan che oscilla dal bordo del ponte. È stato ucciso molto brutalmente .. sembrava incasinato con qualcuno che non avrebbe dovuto. ( We found Joan's half rotten body swinging from the edge of the bridge. He was killed very brutally.. Seemed he messed with someone he shouldn't have. )", Orion nonchalantly said ignoring Imogen's curious gaze. He just had one agenda and that to drive Maze out of their world, especially from Imogen's life.

Everything except for the small piece of land Death had been standing on was now gone. Taifū looked on in horror at the figure standing in the middle of a massive crater. He could barely feel the pain of losing his legs, his body nearly frozen in fear. 'What in Izanagi's name did you bring us to fight?' Odoroku was next to Amaterasu when Death's attack went off. His face didn't show emotion. He simply turned his head towards Amaterasu. "I'm going to beg for my life. I suggest you do the same." Odoroku disappeared into the ground and reappeared by Death. He prostrated by the large crater.

His opened, ghostly white eyes held a permanent expression that told a story of how his final moments were. I spotted fresh blood roll down the gash, and the sharp scent of Orkan slapped my nose. The bittersweet yet overly prominent scent it held was almost impossible to ignore. Orkan had a unique smell, one that most often made the stomachs of anyone who had the luck of encountering it churn. Fuyu pushed forward, his astute eyes scanning a body while his mind pieced together a perceived detail of what his final moments must have been like. He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim.

The orb sliced itself into two, making a Pacman with a purple color. "You know what to do Death Angel." The orb said, floating in front of his face. "Yes, I know!" He folded his black wings and glared at the orb. "Do what I planned." The orb said. "Don't rush; they're still didn't recover with the call." The orb vomits purple glitters and a picture appeared, like what you see in holograms. He uttered a sigh as he saw his master and death; in a single room in her master's call.

He punches Soral in the face—hard, knocking the wind out of him and Soral chokes the blood that forms in his mouth. Soral is yet to recover when Yori snatches his neck, his thick fingers encircling Soral's fragile bones, the sound crunching in the air. "You are going to kill him!" The other males complain, "We can rut with his deceased body; I bet he is not going to be able to fight then," Yori's fingers tighten more. Soral's eyes roll to his head. He is going to die, something flashes in his vision. Vidarr.

Orochi emerged from the black sea. Not as a serpent. As a man with dark eyes and long wet hair. He looked young. Tired. Human. “You came,” he said. Ayamira held his gaze. “You said the eastern trench was built over the first chain.” “It is.” Raiken’s first life raised his sword. “And if you lied?” Orochi looked at him. “Then kill me before the sea does.” The memory shifted. Beneath the trench, the three of them stood before a massive chain buried in stone. Crowns had been fused into every link.

The screaming in my head replaced it. I realized then that there was no way out. If a Lorusso marks you for death, you are already dead.

Akihito could still make out the orc’s figure, and to his shock, as the fire started to die out, he was surprised to see the monster still alive and breathing. "No way...! Not even that was enough to take him out!?" Maria exclaimed in disbelief.