Our Flag Means Death Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, blinked, and said, “You’re fucked, you know. Now that you’re here.” Elena cocked her head. “We just want to get past.” “Yeah, that’s the problem,” the kid said, and gestured at the flag. “You saw it, right? You walked the line, so I know you’re not idiots. You know what it means?” Donovan’s jaw flexed. Damon’s hand never left the hilt of his knife. “What does it mean?” Elena asked.

A scoff gnarled my lips as I drift my attention to him. "Like twenty million dollars would put to rest my hatred for the Remingtons. If it's possible I would light up the money in fire in front of her." I said as Salem widened his eyes terrified. "What did the money do to you?" Salem cocked a brow as I threw the red marker away. "How could Rendolf die? It didn't make sense that he'll just suddenly burn himself alive." I clicked my tongue, deep in thought.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

Those little things, those little moments we had, they weren't little. We had a bond, a one they all couldn't break. It was so strong, even stronger than their hate. But we are no longer just two innocent kids, playing in a basement. That exact bond is doing this to him now and the only way to finally break it and free us both, it has to be — my death. Because, I'd rather die and bury that bond with me than live my whole life with him hating me. Our story can't end in hate like they all wanted, it can end in one way only; my death.

“Have a fight with me and prove you’re worthy of being our ally.” “Stop it, Felix. She doesn’t have her flag.” “I can beat it out of her.” “Go ahead,” I challenged. “You see, I am the one with the greatest value here. As you remarked, there are some hidden things all around. We’re not fighting flag holders alone. There are rogues as well and they were released to kill a few of us. So killing here is a fair game, as long as you’re not caught.”

Until death, chapter 33 Theme: "Getting Ready" "Let's go and chew some ears," Reed chittered on my shoulder, his tail wiggling in excitement as if the battle we were about to have was for leisure. "That bitch and her boyfriend," he chittered again, and I knew he was talking about Ryan and my mom. "Don't fucking stop me," he growled, and I could feel the anger in his voice. "Their ears, eyes, and nose belong to me. Then you can do to their body as you like."

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

It was greater than the love I once had for her, that phase was a memory I wouldn't remember anymore. She can't die just yet, she has to die by my hands, I need to rip her apart myself after saving the sword. *..I will find you, Kyra. I will take down the world just to meet you again and this time I will kill you most horrible and unimaginable, I will crush you to a point of nothingness. Even your soul will get its share of my wrath..* I whispered to her before finally crouching to the ground and passing out after a loud growl.

Or more likely a disguised self-pity. @Death Wish