Shiro Deadman Novels & Stories

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

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.

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.

Shiver sees the wound from my punch on the left side of her face, yellow ink dripping from her face to the floor like it's bleeding. Shiver ran and stabbed me on the heart, Shiver smiled “Corona this is Shiver, Inkcanius is dea…” then I grabbed her knife. Shiver was shocked “what… IMPOSSIBLE!!!” Shiver shouted. Then I looked at Shiver and did a powerful headbutt, Shiver stumbled back, then pull Shiver’s shark fin dagger out of my body “Shiver what’s going on?!” said Corona over the comms “I thought that Inkcanius is dead yet he is still alive” said Shiver, she looked at her hand to see Two-tone blue ink dripping from her nose. “I can’t be killed, Shiver” I said. Corona heard me say “Wait, In

Shiro turned to see a man with blonde hair, dressed in casual clothes as if he was on vacation. "Are you dead too" Shiro asked trying to understand the situation. Then the man laughed a little before answering. "I am not dead" he answered "I am Death" he said. then he smiled at Shiro who was now a whole lot more confused. The man in front of him wasn't what he envisioned death to look like. "Where's the hood?!" "Where's the gown?!" "Where's the scythe?!" "And most importantly, Where's the skeleton face?!!"

He was just a man who refused to believe in the design. The Echo shrieked, its golden form flickering and losing cohesion. "The Shield is a dead end!" the Echo roared. "The man is a ghost of a failed era! You cannot stop the convergence!" "Maybe not," Nevan hissed, his eyes burning with a dark, human fury. "But I can make sure you have to kill me to get to her. And I’ve already died twice, you golden piece of shit. I’m getting real good at it."

He studied many supernatural species from his luna and Stefano, but there were things that he had yet to discover. The man who clad in all black wasn’t someone who was supposed to be walking on the face of Earth. Liam could feel his power was parallel with Stefano, the High Lord of the Daemons. “Take them home,” the man said to no one. Suddenly, heads began to roll on the ground, and Liam’s eyes widened when the mercenaries dropped to the ground one by one, headless. Blood flowed out of their neck, painting the ground red. Just like that, thirty mercenaries died, and the man clad in all black stood before him.

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?” “…”

I hissed, my grip tightening until I felt the bone beneath. The Shadow smiled, and it was a slow, terrifying expression that made my skin crawl. "Then kill me, Darius, but remember we're linked. If I die, she dies. If I bleed, she bleeds. That’s the beauty of the Overwrite. You didn't just bond with her, you bonded with the Shadow that lives behind her."

"There's a Hammer down here. A big one. I think... I think it wants me to pick it up." "Can you lift it?" Leo asked. "I can't even stand up," Damian laughed weakly. "But I can crawl." The signal cut out. THE ACCELERATION Leo sat back in the seat. "He's alive," Leo said. The tension in his shoulders broke. "And he has a weapon," Silas said from the back. "The original Shadow Hammer. If he can attune to it... he might be able to stabilize the North." "We have to hurry," I said, putting the jeep in gear. "Ironwood is drilling. If he wakes the