Novel & Cerita Quicksilver Age Of Ultron Death

I walk to Silver. “Silver, you have to do something,” I said, shaking him. But he stood there not moving while Lillian cried, looking away. “Silver, if Jared kills her, he will hate himself irrespective of what she did. She is his mate,” I said, shaking him to stop Jared from choking her to death, but Silver just stood there, not moving an inch. I sighed. I really hate Helena and I don’t care what happens to her, but Jared cannot be the one to kill his mate. So without thinking, I moved to Jared and snapped his neck. He fell on the floor with a loud thud. He is not dead, he is just sleeping temporarily. He will be awake in the next 5 minutes.

"I delete the hero. I delete the sentinel. I delete the debt." She pressed her fingertip directly against the center of the leaden watch, touching the skin of Silas’s heart. The moment her finger made contact, the "Vance Legacy" screamed its last breath. A shockwave of violet light erupted from the point of contact, a "Re-Write" so powerful it shattered the Golden Watch into a million harmless glass shards. Elara didn't just break the clock; she **deleted** it from the history of his existence.

Overjoyed, he exclaimed as his wrinkled eyes turned red, "Ms. Klein, you're finally back!" Before I could react, he ran to shout for my parents, "Val is back! She's home!" The moment I saw Mom and Dad, I dropped to my knees, crying and apologizing to them. It really was true that parents and their children couldn't stay mad at each other for long. The three of us cried our hearts out, and of course, I told my parents everything that had happened in my past life. "So you're saying that the USB drive belonging to the tycoon Keith Fritz contains unspeakable secrets that could threaten many lives?"

Silver opened the door of the house and stared grimly at Wolf, Scars and Viking. “What the actual fuck, man?” Wolf growled even before he stepped inside. “He’s fuckin’ dead?” “Yep.” Silver shot a quick look around the quiet street outside and shut the door behind them. “I had to do it, so spare me the goddamn lecture, Wolf. He was alone in the bedroom with Jolene and he was about to kill her. Only one of them was getting out of there alive and frankly, there was no question which one I was going to choose for that to be. I didn’t even pause before I ended him.”

They shattered on the marble floor, the spiked water soaking into the carpet. "Malfunction!" a technician shouted. "Fix her!" Silas barked, his face red with fury. But it was too late. The primary pitcher was gone, though most of the delegates had already finished their first glass. The room was in an uproar, the Senator shouting about war crimes while the Vanguard moved to surround the Pack. "Enough!" Silas roared. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the master tablet, the trigger for the entire global network. "The contracts are signed. The primer is in their blood. We don't need their permission anymore."

He tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably as she just stared at him confused. “I don’t have a choice at all really do I.” “Not really. Although you were willing to commit career suicide just a moment ago. I didn’t think you would actually go that far.” “That over a life imprisoned with you? Yes, I would go that far ten times out of ten.” She was blunt and not happy with the turn of events. “So what now?” “Well assuming you decide to go through with the marriage contract-” “You mean the Death Contract.” “Excuse me?” He was confused.

“Your pack is fucked, alpha heir.” He coughs, blue foam leaking from his lips before he wheezes and slumps backward, the life draining out of him before our eyes, and in his last second, he looks right at me and smirks before he fully collapses. It must have been a poison of some kind. He must have been prepared to be caught. “He’s dead,” Quinn flatly says after several moments, and Atlas looks back at me, his eyes missing nothing. “What do you think he meant when he…?”

Thought about three years of careful planning being destroyed because the Moon Goddess had decided to give second chances to people who didn't deserve them. "I'm certain," I said. "Grace Silver needs to die. Soon. Permanently. Whatever it takes." "Understood. You'll be contacted with further instructions once payment is confirmed." The line went dead, and I set the phone down with trembling hands. Volkov hunters. I'd heard stories about them—mercenaries who specialized in taking out supernatural targets that conventional methods couldn't handle. They were expensive, ruthless, and frighteningly effective. They were also my last, best chance at eliminating the obstacle standing between me and

I stood up and went to the camera and I pushed it out of the way. I turned around and looked at him. "Well, I want you dead but I can't just kill…I guess, I will settle for this" I took his ankle blade and I jammed it into his thigh and broke off a piece of silver inside him. "Ahhh! Son of a…" "Good luck. I heard silver toxicity can be a bitch! And by the way (I smiled) I will continue stabbing you until…forever or at least, I get bored" "Ahhh! Bloody hell!"

" Hubert, helped by his underling, had shown up. Behind him, Sylvester glared at the screen. Logan pointed at Zayd, still nailed at the wall, and thundered, "What does Zayd Zahir deserve for breaking the 72nd rule!?" The hall shook at the roar of ten thousands. "Death!" Chance was livid. "You dare—" The camera turned to the wall just in time as Zayd finally crashed onto the floor. Chance fell from his chair in shock and rage. His heart ached. "My son!" The old man in black tossed his phone away and lunged at Logan. Before he could reach him, though, Sylvester swiped a sword from his underling and impaled him. His prowess in mystique power sharpened the blade so much that the old man died.