Shiro Deadman Novels & Stories

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

She looked at me and I shook my head and closed my eyes. Until the crying, begging and the screaming stopped. I looked at them and I saw the girl with her shorts down and her shirt up no longer moving. Her eyes are open and still facing me. She is dead. They killed her and it is just nothing to them. POOR GIRL.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

I took a step forward and aggressively grabbed his hands, forcing the barrel of the gun against myself. "You want me dead so your disgusting schemes won't get caught? Is that what you want? Fine! Go ahead! Pull the fucking trigger! Shoot me so you never have to worry about me snitching on you ever again!" I screamed with every single ounce of strength left in my lungs. "Kill me right now so people will never find out that you're part of a fucking syndicate!"

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

I added. @Death Wish

Jo fired again, turning the would-be matronly murderer into black char. The other guy was down but not out. He lay groaning on the ground, holding his shoulder. “Damn, I missed,” Jo muttered, placing her thick black boot on his neck and ignoring his pleas as she fired into his head. “Not this time,” she said as the sole of her boot thunked on the dingy, off-white linoleum, skidding in the pile of ash that occupied what used to be the outline of the Vampire.

"Kid, who's the earthbound immortal outside?" Chad quickly replied, "It's Hansen Kara from Karamon." Meran looked puzzled and asked, "What's he here for?" Chad hurriedly explained, "Someone named Landry Wilt wants to use a Dead Man's Piece in exchange for the opportunity to become an immortal ghost!" Meran got up when he heard that. His deep red robes fluttered, and the sinister aura of his body was terrifying. "A Dead Man's Piece is like a badge of the underworld! He has worn it for two years and has less than a hundred days left to live—"

Muscular and resolute, Liana’s steely gaze hinted at the countless battles she had endured, and her presence exuded an aura of raw, unbridled power. Next to Liana stood Rowan Blackthorn, a silent yet menacing figure known as the Shadow Reaper. His dark armor seemed to blend into the shadows, his movements quiet but deadly. Rowan was an assassin by trade, his abilities in stealth and precision killing unmatched in all of Somerland. He held a scythe in his hands that sent shivers to whomever looked at it.