Rex Splode Death Novels & Stories

"Do you think your mentor's some kind of god that will always show up just in time to save you? Die already!" With a powerful Rising Dragon technique, Felix sent Aiden flying. The explosion was deafening, and before his remains could even hit the ground, his body disintegrated into a bloody mist. He was completely obliterated. "Huh?" Just as Felix was about to leave, something shot out from the mist at lightning speed. He barely caught a glimpse of it. "That looks like a bone." He wasn't sure what it was, and frankly, he didn't care. He had no way of chasing after it, and as far as he was concerned, Aiden was dead. There was no way a single bone could bring someone back to life. That was sim

However, when he saw that all the ground-to-air flak was damaged and all his subordinates were killed, he was so shocked that he fainted again. Boom! Gunshots were heard from the helicopter flying above Reid's head. A ball of blue electric current exploded on his body, and he, who was in a coma, died without even himself knowing. In a helicopter, Tang Rou was sitting beside Chu Xun obediently. Her beautiful and bright eyes blinked a few times, and she noticed that the atmosphere was weird. Chu Xun played with the Pulse Thunder Gun and casually glanced at Azure Dragon, who sat square. Whether he was pointing the gun at Azure Dragon deliberately or unintentionally remained unknown.

She leaned closer to the camera, her eyes cold steel. “She’s not untouchable. And she’s not immortal. But she will fight back. So will I.” Splice killed the feed. It was done. “Thirty-seven thousand live viewers before it cut,” Splice reported. “And that’s just direct. The mirror sites are going crazy.” “Cassidy’s seen it,” Damien said from the corner, his phone buzzing. “And she’s already moving.” “How bad?” Elara asked. He looked up at her with an expression that made her stomach twist.

Despite how ruthlessly I searched, all I saw was the truth…if only it mattered. “He didn’t murder her! He didn’t murder anyone!” I bellowed, eyes glowing like coals as I surged forwards but was stopped by Apollo’s calloused hands. Every single inch of me, including the savage Bull, urged me to remove his hands from my arms and throw him off the side of the mountain. It was the last smidgen of my restraint that kept me from doing so. “I saw Sasha die, I watched it. She was close, she was so close to winning the game, but she didn’t have all the pieces she needed. That’s what killed her. Not Dain, and not Iridian.” “Rachel—” Apollo’s warning was cut short but would’ve fallen on deaf ears regar

“That space and bite is acceptable.” Elias stiffens beside me. “You're suggesting....” “I'm not suggesting.” I cut in softly and continue. “Kieran Vale is already mated.” But something doesn't fit, Ronan Nightshade is supposed to be dead, the video footage shows him bleeding out on the street. I can still hear the crumbling of bones from him as the truck ran him over. “No one survives that,” I mutter, not even someone as flimsy as him, and yet Fenir, the legendary wolf, rejects Rhea.

The subsequent investigation was a slow, excruciating ordeal for Connor. The medical examiner's report was detailed and chilling. "Ms. Sylvia Kline died from massive blood loss combined with silver poisoning. She had been dismembered while still alive, with clear signs of repeated cutting and probing on the wounds, indicating the perpetrator's intent to prolong her suffering. "She had severe tearing in her lower body, from which traces of semen from four different werewolves were extracted. Drag marks, approximately 25 feet long, stretched from the southeast corner of the warehouse to the entrance.

I read the date and the authorization line and the signature that ties Don Tobia Armenise to the death of his own nephew, and I close the ledger and hold it against my chest and I breathe. The courtyard behind me is reorganizing around a brother bleeding on the gravel and a sedan still idling at the gate. I hear voices, sharp and urgent, and I hear the Fiat's door open and I hear Enzo's voice, thin and strained, saying something I cannot make out. He is alive. The shot was clean and he is alive and I am in the chapel with the ledger in my hands and the proof of everything Don Tobia has done pressed against my ribs.

“Lucas… how could you leave me like this?” Her trembling hands reached out toward the corpse, yet she couldn’t touch it. A sharp, metallic tang rose in Elena’s throat. A thin streak of blood slowly oozed from the corner of her lips, staining her pale skin. “Elena!” — “Morning News Report: A large explosion occurred on Capital Square at dawn today. A man in his early thirties was killed in the explosion. The DNA has confirmed the identity of the corpse, and it belongs to none other than the business tycoon, Lucas Evans.”

When suddenly something dawns on me. "What about Craig?" Xavier offers me a gentle smile. "It seems you took care of him already." "What?" Xavier grabs my hand, reaching down to the finger that brandishes my ring. "It appears that a high dose of chemicals were entered into his system. Transmitted by a small pin like device." Xavier pauses letting everything sink in. "A fire broke out of the server room, causing a mass explosion. He died instantly." I gasp. "He-he's really gone?" Xavier pulls me closer to him, and places gentle kisses along my forehead.

The effects of the explosion lasted for a full minute before it calmed down, and the kicked-up sand buried the trio. After a few coughs, Strider emerged from the sand. He then dug his teammates out. Remy's right leg was broken and he could no longer stand. With Strider and Sage's support, the trio got up and gazed at the explosion site. They could not detect the emperor. "Is he dead?" Sage whispered. Strider shook his head.