Rex Splode Death Novels & Stories

Fuck all that. After a moment, Doze appears with the microphone and I see Gabriel ripping his shirt off. You can pretty much feel the rage radiating off of him. Even if Hector heals he’s got months of recovery ahead. If I snapped his spine he could be in a wheelchair, it may never fuse back together. *He’s got other sons,* Mick snaps, without a care. “How would you motherfuckers like a two for one,” Doze says, tossing the mic as he pulls his shirt over his head.

He moved. He tackled the Stitched Doctor, the impact sounding like two cars colliding. They rolled into the creek, a chaotic tangle of white coats and black shadows. Julian wasn't using a scalpel; he was using his bare hands. He gripped her throat, and the water around them began to boil. "Julian, stop!" I managed to wheeze, my lungs finally expanding as he got closer. "You're killing her!" "She’s already dead!" Julian roared.

His finger flicked out, meeting the spike with a casual ease. The sound of metal shattering rang out. The spike, made of some unknown black metal, was effortlessly broken by Alexander's finger. It spun in the air before hurtling back, piercing Silver Fire's chest with unerring precision. Straight through the heart. Silver Fire was dead before he hit the ground.

Water and blood, suddenly released from her body, exploded outward and upward in a dramatic, perfect sphere of spray. My body trembled, chills dancing through my body as the reporter came back to the screen, sweating. “You have just watched the life scene of Rose Fred getting stoned to death… she's dead, with only pieces of her body to pick. On the other side, Fred’s mansion was burnt down, trapping Mr. Fred in the house, and he died in the fire… the Fred family has been erased from this earth, by angry mobs.”

ROZETA: "Stay with me, please!" I plead over the already lifeless body of Jax. I wasn't feeling the connection that I supposedly shared with him and it shattered my heart into many pieces. I scream my lungs out, my voice exuding pain. Endless tears flowed down my eyes as I breakdown on the ground. I didn't want to accept the truth but there was nothing I could do to change it. Jax is dead. He's dead. He was murdered and it happened right in front of my eyes.

“The fucking Mexicans fucked us!” “No,” I said. I walked over to where the grenade had gone off, bending over. There on the ground was what was left of one attacker. But clearly on his jacket was the patch of the Snake Spit MC, a giant serpent breathing fire. “Fucking bastards,” Spoil growled. I looked around. “Tyson?” “Dead,” Locke called out. “Get his body. Mason, Spoil, grab this fucker’s corpse too. We’ll need proof.”

For the first time in months, I felt a sense of relief wash over me completely, serenading every inch of my body as I felt at peace. It had been a long, ugly battle that resulted in the deaths of a handful of people but it was worth it in the end. Syrius had been dealt with and defeated. His body was never recovered from the explosion but it was clear to everyone present there that there was no way he had survived it–Alessandro testified to it himself.

Create myths. I provide truth. Exact. Detailed. Undeniable. 7:18 AM - Wolf fighter (W-22, name: Sarah Klein). Throat torn by Cormac's enforcer. Bled out in forty seconds. 7:19 AM - Vampire hunter (V-34). Staked by Valentina Corvino. Turned to ash. 7:21 AM - Dragon mercenary (D-03). Holy water attack by Tom Cracksman. Burned from inside. Died screaming.

Spade didn't even recognize his own voice as it came out hard and had a bite of venom to it. The doctor swallowed, obviously scared to his core at the hard look Spade was giving him, he looked at Matteo who had the same look on, and then Su, who was close crying, her eyes already glossed over "Well he went into coma after his body went into shock" the doctor tried to explain, causing Spade to growl out "You said he was okay and would wake up in a few hours"? Spade growled out, taking a step towards the doctor, who cowered back, Matteo quickly placed his hand on Spade's chest, stopping him.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I