Rimuru Death Novels & Stories

He takes my hand in his. I know he wants to apologize, but I don’t give him a chance; he has nothing to be sorry for. “How long was I out?” It’s dark out, and so I can’t be sure. “Oh, just a few hours. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything special.” “So, what did I miss?” he shrugs at my inquiry, then sighs before talking. “Andy’s dead. There’s no chance of survival when you’re torn in two. Remus did it. He was also able to dislodge his claws from your neck so he wouldn’t completely tear your throat out. He disappeared almost immediately, from what I’m told.”

“That’s not possible.” But it was. It matched the description of the body we had been told was Rue’s. The one cremated. The one I had been forced to accept as proof of her death. My heart began to pound. I ran the timeline again. Pieced it together from scattered accounts, from rumors whispered by scavengers, from half-remembered conversations overheard at checkpoints. Rue had been severely injured. Poisoned. Nearly torn apart. But the one who died, the one the mutated wolves killed, that was not her.

Ulrich announced that he’d likely lay low for a few decades until the memories of the battle weren’t so raw. Amora broke into tears as Dhara announced Nyssa’s death. She and Casimir had died within seconds of one another. Whilst Nyssa met her end blocking a blow meant for Dhara, Casimir succumbed to his injuries at the hands of a corrupt beast trying to attack the stream of families evacuating the city. I was relieved to see Ozul, a thick bandage wrapped around his head and a dazed sort of smile on his face as he sat next to his father, Cielo. Both regarded Lina and I warmly.

He killed them without so much as lifting a finger. "Die, kid!" the head of the Murrays' rushed out with a few strong men. When he saw the bodies of his dead family members, he became so angry that the veins in his forehead bulged out. At that moment, he attempted to unleash his techniques on Severin, but he and his men were powerless before Severin and ended up dead in barely a few seconds. After killing them, Severin checked all their spatial rings. Unfortunately, there were only a dozen or so spiritual herbs contained within, and most of them were first-grade ones.

Mamock immediately placed her hands on her ears, covering it at the sound of Ruri's voice. Ruri ran into the room but halted at the sight of her friends dead, she choked out a sob before slowly walking to her "Amanda" she called out softly and patted her hair "you can hear me right? Amanda!" She called out louder, this time shaking her body. Rus immediately pulled her away from her as soon as he ran inside, "Ruri, she's.. she's gone" he whispered softly into her ears, trying to keep the tears from falling "we can't do anything about it now"

A body crumpled beside the tub. “She hit her head,” I say quietly. Kieran doesn’t ask what happened next. He already knows. “The pull,” he says. “Yes.” I draw in a slow breath, but the worst part of the vision pushes forward. “The death isn’t the tragedy,” I whisper. His eyes lift to mine. “What happens after is.” The apartment hallway appears in my mind again. Dim lighting. A toddler sitting on the floor just outside the bathroom door. He’s holding a plastic toy, tapping it against the tile like it’s a game.

After that, she said lightly, “Matsumoto Yoshito, I hope that you will remember my name before you die. My name is Rosalie Schulz!” After she was done speaking, she shook her hand a little, and the sunflower seed made from white jade flew out of her hands directly. In the next second, a tiny and bloody hole appeared at the center of Yoshito’s eyebrows, and he had already lost his vitality at this time. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he died instantly on the spot!

His eyes, wide and horrified, were locked on her, the light gradually dimming within them. Yet, as the life gradually ebbed away from him, something unexpected happened. His lips, stained with his blood, curled into a soft smile. It was a twisted, eerie display of satisfaction, a final act of defiance in the face of death. Rima, caught in the throes of her fury, didn't notice the change. Her rage was a tempest, untamed and all-consuming. Each thrust of the knife, each cry of her rage, was a battle cry, a desperate plea for an end that seemed unreachable.

Rolf kicked her away then went down the stairs, humming as he descended. Kuru turned to me and yanked me up by the scruff of my neck. I was frozen, staring at Lee’s body and our hysterical parents. Lee was dead. He was really dead… part of his brain was splattered on the floor just over there…. “Move, Moon” Kuru hissed to me “we don’t have much time!”

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.