Shiro Deadman Novels & Stories

When he tries to get up, I kick him in the face. I hear someone coming from behind. Spinning around, I block a punch. This one is fast, but I’m strong. I grab his arm, and he grunts. His eyes widen as I twist him around, and he’s defenseless as I throw him into the pool. Water splashes, the ice blue water turning brown, and the man yells. “It burns,” he cries. “It burns!” So I was right to not get into the water. Thank God. The crack of a whip soars through the air, and I duck it. A Silver Hunter with long blonde hair peeking out from her helmet advances on me.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

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.

“Wrap him tight in the black cloth from the corner. Hurry.” Torv worked the chains while the other two unrolled the thick fabric. Metal clinked softly as they freed Damien’s arms. I stood over him and stared at the face that had ruined so much of my life. Even in death he looked powerful. I wanted to carve my name into his skin, but there was no time. Footsteps echoed from the stairs above. A sharp voice called out. “Who goes there? Show yourselves!” I spun around and drew my dagger. A Shadow Clan shaman burst into the room with two armed guards behind him. His eyes widened when he saw us near the body.

“I am Shiro. The man fighting Crone is Megat and the fat guy fighting the scorpions is called Freeze. You’re all Hunters aren’t you?” Lawen, who was just healed, got up and answered. “Ugh, yea we’re Hunters.” Shiro went to heal Cecilia next while continuing the conversation. “I’m guessing you’re out here to find that castle, huh?” He pointed to the partly destroyed castle. “Yup. Fortunately we found it, but unfortunately it turned out like this.” Isaac said. “Hmph, I gotta say that you’re quite unlucky.” Shiro said before whispering “there you go” after he was done healing Cecilia. He walked over to Matthew and started healing him. “Do you know who that red guy is?” He asked.

The man’s eyes glinted with disbelief. “I only know a Nicholas Scott in Skyriv who’s trained in both aspects! “I didn’t expect to meet someone else like him, even though your powers are energy and physical strength.” Kayson asked, “What’s your title?” “Northriv Swordmaniac, Shiloh Leefe,” the man answered after a beat of silence. Kayson shifted his gaze to Chadwick and asked, “Is he a martial criminal?” “…”

said Dark, wearing his usual shadow, but it assumed the form of a long robe with a hood, quite alike with Death’s trademark costume. “I d-did not—” She was left screaming when flames laced around her wrist, connecting all the way to the bottom of the tube. “Don’t deny it. You killed Zeniah, coercing a boy to do your bidding, and making the forbidden artifact. Do you admit of your crime?”

Right after he finished saying those words, that person suddenly stared at Shirley sitting on Pigsy’s back and exclaimed in shock, “It’s you! Aren’t you dead yet?” Surprisingly, he managed to recognize Shirley. Shirley glanced at Alex. This time, amid the chaos, she was calm and was no longer afraid. “Yeah. It’s me. We met again.” While telepathizing with Alex, she told him that man was Jasper Goldman, who deceived them to the Overseas Immortal Mountain and was in the same group with those people earlier. The man before them had caused Zendaya’s injuries. His weapons were three battle flags, which were some sort of ancient treasure. They could harm one’s soul and pierce through their mind pa

The bird’s screech pierced through Tristan’ ears as it died and fallen into ashes. It was the other way of killing an ascendant; Sicari weapons, or Soul-breaker weapons. But it could only be used if the descendant was separated from his ascendant. As Rah died, dematerializing and vanishing into the air, the guardian kept on grasping for air, crying as Bast tore of the limbs on his legs. Tristan stomped one foot against the old man’s shoulder, looking down at him. “Tell me where the shard is.” “I’d rather die keeping the brotherhood’s secrets to my grave,” the guardian spoke painfully, blood drowning his mouth.