Shiro Deadman Novels & Stories

The silver was already in his system. A cold chill ran down my skin as I watched Pius’ eyes roll in. His body fell lifeless into the mud. He was dead. The unnamed warrior let out a victorious roar that shook the ground beneath me, the sound vibrating through the trees. His chest heaved with effort as he stood there, his entire clothes mated in blood and mud as he stared down at his defeated opponent. Damiel wasn’t interested in staring at Pius’ dead body. He was focused on something else—the woman who had forced him to take the life of his own comrade. His iris swirled with fury, and he took slow strides towards me.

then he won’t make this power go to waste, he’ll kill Damein and take over everything he has. Around him, black candles burned low, their flames flickering unnaturally, bending and swaying despite the absence of wind. Shadows stretched across the walls, shifting like living things, creeping along the stone in silent anticipation. The room was not empty. Several of Death Valley’s highest-ranking members stood at a distance, their eyes fixed on the center. Warlords. Advisors. None of them were comfortable with anything happening here… Standing closest to the slab was Elaris. She held the blade in both hands.

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

A third cup lay on its side, coffee splattered over the table, and drizzling to the floor. I gasped as I watched the stream of coffee. A man in a black uniform lay sprawled on the tile, blood pooling around him. He was most definitely dead with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Holy hell! He was a guard here. His badge read Jon Sanders. I couldn't look at him any longer. He was dead. I couldn't imagine Thomas or Derek doing something like that, but that meant the maniac squad was definitely up here. Shit.

He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life. “You are stupid! You know you can't survive if you don't finish those and you really told them what you know!” Voice of a man getting out of a car. This is probably their leader. Azrael and Seraphine immediately stood up and pointed the gun at the man but before they could get ready, he tried to shoot Azrael. Azrael was still holding his captured man, He make him like a human shield and caught bullets from their leader's gun. Four gunshots ended his life. Azrael and Seraphine immediately returned fire.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

The wolf economized his movements by analyzing him, his long fangs were visible due to the puckered fur on his snout, the wolf's hair stood on end like metal spikes, giving him a more terrifying appearance than he already had. The wolf lunged again and the man raised the gun but the trigger jammed. It was only a matter of seconds for those fangs to pierce the thin flesh of the neck. Cristian had no regard for the body. He tore each fiber of flesh to the chest where the heart still beat, weak but alive. He didn't hesitate, didn't think, he opened his mouth and smashed it. The pain blinded him, consumed him, taking his breath and the strength to think, and the man's death brought barely a tent

Then I turn the first card. Death. The familiar image appears at first — the dark rider mounted on a horse moving steadily forward while the world around him changes. Then the image shifts. The rider is no longer faceless. The armor is different. The posture is unmistakable. My breath catches. Kieran. Not exactly him… but close enough that the meaning settles instantly in my chest. The moment passes as quickly as it came. The illustration returns to normal. But the card has already said what it needed to say.

She looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, and then she saw it - a figure lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. Kiara's heart raced as she got out of her car and approached the figure cautiously. As she got closer, she realized that the figure was a man, pale and lifeless. She knelt down beside him, trying to see if he was still breathing, but it was too late - he was already dead. Suddenly, the man's eyes opened, and Kiara screamed as he lunged at her, biting her neck. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. She felt her life slipping away as he sucked the blood from her veins, and then everything went black.