Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

I have no more fight in me. I am hungry, exhausted, defeated and ready to surrender. I didn’t care whether I would die in the desert because of exhaustion, dehydration and starvation or by the hand of a man who gave me life in the first place. I fell backwards to the ground and waited for death to come. With a blissful smile of yielding to fate, I raised the imaginary white flag of defeat. I am ready to see my mother soon. She always makes it easier. And then I saw the bastard approaching me with a psychotic cackle. "Bring it on motherfucker!" I yelled and smirked with mirth. His massive Lycan form was above me, opening his Cerberus-looking-like jaws.

"What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea what the hell you are saying, Beta Julian?" There was silence at the other end of the call. Julian's voice was heard once more. "I know what I just said, Alpha. We found Selene's corpse deep inside the Dark Forest." Fenris felt his world fall apart. A deep growl exploded from deep inside his throat. His eyes turned red as he punched violently at the wall next to him. "No! This isn't possible! How could she be dead?! How can she be dead?!" My brother, Damian, jumped with shock from Fenris' action. He felt a tightness in his throat. "Fenris, who died?"

Does not make me a hero. But it makes me human. Flawed. Trying my best with what I had. I hope you can forgive me. I hope you can understand. And I hope you live. Really live. Fall in love. Build a family. Create a life worth celebrating. Because you deserve that. You always did. I love you. Forever. Even in death. —Colt P.S. Stop reading my letters and go kiss Daniel. He is a good man. Do not let him get away.

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Zayn laid hold of his shirt and snared, "Who the fvck are you all?" He laughed and sniffed with blood running out of his nose, "We are the revolution" He slowly let go of the body to the ground and the man was gone. He was dead. Zayn turned and his eyes met with that of Allegra whose fist was tightened. She said to him, "Another dead end, these guys keep dying like it's nothing" "It sounds strange but they die after saying, Hail, Alpha Ajax. Like an activator for the death or something"

No scars left behind by years of heartbreak and disappointment. The girl in the reflection still looked innocent. Still looked hopeful. Still looked like she believed in true love. A bitter laugh almost escaped me. That girl no longer existed. She had died on a healer's bed with a wolfbane dagger buried in her chest. She had died listening to the man she loved admit that he had never loved her at all. My fingers curled against the dressing table. The memory hit me again. I never loved her. The words echoed through my mind like a curse.

"No matter what I do well for Dymon, it will all be ignored. Because Dymon will not like me. I will never be worth anything to him." "Diane, Dymon is not the one who will make you happy, there is a man who is meant for you and that is not in the Hacienda. Diane, don't fool Dymon anymore. He only loves himself and not us. Even if he wants me he is still able to hurt me. He is still able to put his hands on me. So even though Dymon gives everything I am still not happy with him. Because he is a demon! He kills people mercilessly. Let's leave Diane first he can kill us. Please wake up Diane!" I approached Diane to hug her. He didn't howl, but he also hugged me tightly. And wailed.

When would this beautiful girl realize she owned me, and that anything she wanted I’d kill to give her? “If I could mark every inch of your skin, I would. Trust me, baby. You have no idea how badly I want that.” I didn’t close my eyes, not for a second. The truth was right there, hers for the taking in every sense of the word. “There’s always the chance that tonight could go badly. If we’re marked, you won’t just feel my death. Part of you will die with me. I won’t leave you a shell of yourself.” A tremor worked its way into her voice. “You said you’d win, but now you’re talking about dying.”

I burst out in laughter and watched Miguel begin to rub his leg and frown at the tiny girl. "She's jealous, why aren't you," Rai mumbled softly and glanced at me. I cocked my brow and shrugged. "I'm Death and have no feelings in regards to what Miguel does," I replied and he frowned and said bullshit. I opened my mouth and sighed. "Don't use swear words Rai and I do have some feelings, he is my husband after all, " I mumbled softly and glared at the little shit. He grinned slightly and nodded his head as he went to sit on the couch for today's lesson. I glanced over one final time at Miguel and am surprised by him staring intently back at me. I lowered my eyes and grinned slightly as my chee

"Because she deserves to live. Deserves to build the future she wants. Deserves to be happy. Even if that happiness does not include me. Especially if it does not include me." "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard." "Probably. Now let me go. Or help me. Your choice." He released my shoulder. "You are a fool." "I know." "If we do this we die. You understand that?" "I do." He sighed. Turned to the others. "Who wants to die with our idiot Alpha today?" Silence. Then one fighter stepped forward. Then another. Then five. Ten. Twenty. Not all of them. But enough. Enough to make a difference. Maybe.