Novel & Cerita Paul Atreides Crysknife

He looked over to Jace and Mark but John kept a knife at Ammy's throat and Mark seemed to also think Ammy was his greatest asset and stayed close to him; he was getting no help from them. Sebestian smiled dangerously and using the dagger Paul had dropped during the fight, Sebestian cut his throat with one quick movement before he had time to move, his Alpha reflexes far superior to those of a normal Alpha. Blood splattered everywhere and Paul tried to put his hands around his neck as he was drowning in his own blood, dropping to his knees and gasping for air. "Seemed easy enough to me," Sebestian said coldly as he looked down at the man on his knees before him, blood pooling around him.

Paul showed Amy that he was holding the tip of his switchblade against the side of Azad’s neck. Azad couldn’t catch his breath from crying. When he felt the cold steel of the blade against his throat, his little, chubby fingers tightened around the sleeve of his hospital gown. “No, please don’t,” Amy whispered out when her voice lost some of its strength. Her entire demeanor changed when she saw the sharp blade of Paul's knife against Azad’s neck and the dead, bloodthirsty gleam in the hitman’s eyes.

They swing their swords together in rhythms and was surprised when David didn't even flinched. One ran towards him lifting up his sword in process, before his sword would strike David, a hand sized the sword from hitting his target. The guy tried to remove his sword from the intruder but couldn't. Paul Immediately remove a small knife from his back pocket which he used in tearing the Ninja's throat open, he also thrust the knife into his heart repeatedly before dropping the lifeless body on the ground, kicking the dead body away from them towards the remaining one who looked surprise seeing him.

Before her brain could respond, Cristine's body reacted. Daris and Jay were dragged in front of her, and the rest were kicked. Cristine evaded the attack. The boys have not yet reacted. Because of the light, the katana's blades sparkle. It was flawlessly polished. If it can effortlessly slice individuals in half, Cristine won't have any doubts. Although the man gave them a cold stare, you can see a slight curve on the edge of his lips. Cristine twitched her lips. She desperately wants to strike the man in front of her at least once.

This chapter contains dark content. Lucas POV Sighing, I look down at him—Paul—watching the tears run down his swollen, bloodied face. He’s trying to beg, I think, though I can’t hear it anymore. Probably because I cut out his tongue a while ago. The sound is just a sickening gargle, thick with blood and desperation. He’s begging for his life, but it’s too late for that now.

Possessing a new body came at a price, he had been patient following the fur coat's orders and he wasn't leaving without accomplishing his mission. "I know, but I have no idea what that thing is and my men and I aren't waiting here to find out!" Krystal said his calm demeanor dropping like a second skin. The light was closer now and Hermes could make out shapes... The shape of Alpha Grey and the Obsidian Blade was clear to him. "Thank you for your services, it's been a pleasure working with you.." He grabbed the Betas throat lifting him off the ground. "Take care of the rest!" He said to his soldiers eager soldiers. They attacked without a another word killing whoever they could lay eyes on.

She would die so that John could live. Kris shoved the gun into the back of his pants before unzipping a side pocket and pulling out a sheathed hunting blade. Kris liked knives and she knew he was skilled at using them. Pulling off the cover, he examined the serrated edge. “I took your finger, but that wasn’t enough. Now it’s time to take your head.” The burnished mask twisted into a maniacal grin, reinforcing the terror that statement evoked. Lizzy flexed her fingers and buried them in the straw. Time for nine-fingered bravery.

I watched him disappear into the forest and rushed inside to tell Davin to keep everyone inside for a few days and only allow the Demirkan half breeds out to help with the cattle work only if it was truly needed. "Paul has been in the field all morning," Davin said, concerned. I cursed and ran out of the mound. I ran as fast as I could through the forest and rushed the field only to be met with the corpse of the young male being devoured by Marwan and his troop. Paul's dead blue eyes were openly gazing off to nothing and his mouth was permanently gaping with a silent scream. A blinding rage filled me and I opened and closed my fist as my eyes centered on the one holding the killing instrumen

Sibel’s POV Paul knelt on the cold ground, trembling, his hands clasped together in desperation. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes wide as he stared up at Dylan, who left me and walked towards Paul. “Please… Dylan,” Paul croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know who you were… I swear… just let me go…” Dylan’s gaze darkened, his jaw clenched as he balled his fist. Dylan gaze still fixed on Paul, as though deciding whether Paul was was worth sparing after all the trouble he has caused.

Artemis smiled, "He also goes by the title of the 'Lance Mage'. Also, if you look at your 6, you'll see a man in 40s with a sharp nose and thick eyebrows. His name is Duke Paul Grizzly, and is considered even stronger than the 'Lance Mage' in terms of skills." "Oh crap! That's the infamous Paul Grizzly?" Creed felt his heart skip, his expression changed immediately, "He doesn't show his face to the public so I couldn't recognize him. I heard he is also a potential candidate for the election for the 'Zuard Assembly'." "Oh! So you read the news. That's surprising. I almost believed that you were all muscle and no brain." "What the… Of course I read the news." Creed squinted at her face drippin