Shiro Deadman Novels & Stories

His expression was grave as he looked at Wyot, who had been imprisoned in the dungeon, devoid of sunlight for countless epochs. “Since I infiltrated the Dooms disguised as Wyot Dalibor, I've had a strong intuition that he will become my greatest rival in the future. As well as the biggest obstacle to the revival of humanity.” Dempsey broke his silence and asked, “Is there any way to keep his soul lamp from extinguishing even if we kill him?” James shook his head. There was a way, but he didn’t know it. The Grand Patriarch of the Dooms, Hirah Dalibor, used such a method to deceive Youri.

I hissed as we rushed down the stairs. "Explains why you're holding a gun and couldn't fucking shoot the man,” “Tell me where you want to be shot and gladly I'd do it without hesitation." He chuckled, "I believe you." We were about to leave the motel lobby when a man stood in front of us aiming a gun but was quickly gunned down from the back. As he fell, Nikolai stood smugly, "Nice to see you too big brother." As we walked into the carpark, Daniel and Moe were examining one of the dead men, while Nadia stood nearby, and Archer was speaking to an elderly man. Sinister walked towards him.

I knew they wouldn't answer back as to not give away my location and status to my prey. The delay had me making up the distance and by the time I cleared the first quarter of the maze, my target had disappeared. Slowing my steps I looked away at the hedges and the small trees planted amongst the bamboo chutes. I heard the breaking of a twig behind me and I stood still. "I wasn't expecting you to be out here. You of all people. You were one of my best soldiers Shields. I liked you." I went to turn but then the person spoke up again.

She had something more important to be dealt with at the moment and that was to reject her mate outright before this could get out of control. “You heard me, Omega. You’re the lowest and the weakest of the pack. I’m sure you’re aware that I am the Ultima—the last two living ones of the Shadow Pack. Do you think my brother would accept you as his brother-in-law, the worthy mate for his sister? In your dreams, Adamos,” Samantha hissed between her teeth as Zack was staring at her.

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Directly ahead of us, towards the back of the clearing, Gray, Bo and Cordelia are standing just outside of Gray's tent, respectfully the biggest in the camp. Grayson and Bo are Iselyn and my fathers younger brothers. And even though Grayson is the youngest of the three, it was he who took over as Alpha when my father died. Usually it doesn't work that way. Usually that title and responsibility would go to the eldest. But the situation in this case was… complicated. Because it was Grayson who killed him.

Roshan chopped off another witch’s two arms before slicing off her head. And the last one—Roshan tore her into two with his bare hands. Blood splattered everywhere, their kills quick and merciless. However, while they were dealing with the witches, their brother Shirin was on the brink of death. Facing three witches at once had drained him so much that he was too weak to pry Damian’s claws off his neck. Damian, on the other hand, looked more determined than ever—intent on killing Shirin no matter what. Using the very last bit of strength in my body, I dragged myself toward them. Each movement sent fire through my ribs, but I forced myself forward. My claws extended out instinctively. I reach

“And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.” “Why are you telling me? I could kill you.” The man swung his daggers and put them back in their pockets on each side of his h.i.p.s. “You could try.” He smirked and began to walk away. The man had confidence. Lucian still had some unanswered question so he followed him. “Thank you for saving me…Re..Ro..” “Roshan.” He prefered to be called his human name. Interesting. “And you are Lucian.”