Shiro Deadman Novels & Stories

Data, coordinates, intent and a face. I uploaded it to the neural scanner. The man beside Damian wasn’t just muscle. He was a known ghost from black-ops: Kazimir Vukov. Ex-SERAPH. Off-grid for six years. Now he was back—and working for the enemy. Sophia wasn’t being held for leverage. She was being held because she was the only one who could still outmaneuver him and if Damian got bored… he’d test her limits just to see how long it took to break her.

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

Unlike Shadow who had a gun buff as she was trained to be resilient and faster than any normal people, people other than Shadow couldn’t imitate. No matter how strong they were. With no choice, two of them received the bullets straight to their hearts. Bum! They fell to the ground with hands holding their chests. “You killed me.” “Us. The both of us.” The two dead people whined. But, Shadow didn’t indulge them as she quickly vanished from their sight. “She is a demon.” “She is.” “If we were to use a real mana bullet…” he shivered at the thought alone. “This moment would be our last.” The horror that he showed was unspeakable.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

She shook her head, reminding herself of his words and from the looks of it, he really doesn’t want her to break it and she would try to keep it for now. Due to the alcohol in her blood stream and the adrenaline of everything that happened that night, she fell asleep not longer after she lay on the bed. *** A man knocked and entered a smoke filled room, he walked up to the man sitting in the center of it, who was dressed in white shirt and naked from waist down and women playing with and dancing for him. The man looked up at him when he approached him, “speak,” he ordered. “Sir, it is confirmed, she is with Diablo.”

Suddenly, Anna showed up before them but couldn't rejoice from her freedom, instead sought to help out. "There's a way to help him," Anna said and this hyped their attention. "How?" Willow asked softly. "This is Stygian's hand weapon, and not even the great Blood Mooner can survive if anyone plucks it out. But I can, but he won't be the same again, neither will I." "How do you mean?" Alisa asked softly. "Just go ahead goddamn it! He's dying," Willow said impatiently. Anna slowly reached and plucked the dagger out, and the dark substance around his body absorbed in the dagger. Immediately, Anna's body began disintegrating to dust.

They got to the room only to see Niko's head casted down, his body loosed as he danged on the pole he was being chained to. Lucifer was astonished by the appearance as blaze walked towards it to inspect it. "Don, he's truly dead!" He muttered but Lucifer subconscious mind says something else. He rubbed his temples slowly, his eyes darting around the room. He had plans of buttering him....but his soul seems to be ahead of him. "Dispose the body!" He said sharply and left, pocketing his hands. "Yes Don!" ★★★★★ BLOOD VESSELS CLAN* Fingers clicked on the keyboard as the sound echoed around the room, Roberto sat gallantly on one of the chairs assigned for him while watching the hackers he had hir

He walked towards Louis and placed his palm at his back and gently nudged him towards the exit, “I also have a plan that will save the girl" “The girl?”, Louis asked with a look of incredulity, he marvelled at how powerful this man was. Shadow beamed with pride, “That’s why they call me DeathlShadowow, I’m always way ahead”, suddenly he stopped in his tracks, “My offer still stands”, he said with a look of seriousness, “I still want the girl”.

I think of the oath I swore at this grave with blood on the stone and a priest as witness, and I think of the authorization code in violet ink with the initial T, and I understand that the vengeance I wanted would have made me the same thing as the man who signed the order. I stand. I turn away from the grave. Serafina is still waiting at the edge of the grove, her hand now empty at her side, her eyes on my face. "Walk back with me," I say. She falls into step beside me without a word. We cross the grove together, past the olive trees and the dry earth and the place where the bullet came from an hour ago, and we walk through the gate into the courtyard where three capos are dead on the stone