Shisui Uchiha Death Novels & Stories

Though the idea of going back excites her, knowing what happened to her was more important than temporary happiness she will feel down there. Suddenly remembering what was written in that book, Suyi’s figure slightly faltered, her eyes shaking and her positive energy quickly changing. Inside the book were 10 different names and identities, different lifestyle, race and personalities, yet all of them died due to unknown reasons at the age of 25 at the same day, different year but exactly the same time.

Black blood trickled out of his mouth, and he was at death's door… He defeated Souichiro in one slap, and he killed Souichiro in one slap as well. Just a portion of Harvey's power was terrifying beyond belief. There was only silence. It didn't matter if it was the Islanders or the people from Country H… None of them expected this result. Shingen, Aya, and the others couldn't believe what they saw. They couldn't say anything at all, filled with shock. Not only because Souichiro died a clean death, but most importantly, it was because of Harvey's power. They could reason to themselves that Shouta and Nobita's defeat was because Harvey ambushed them. Yet, he still defeated Souichiro at the heig

He could feel his skin being melted away and the heat was slowly climbing up his limbs. Suddenly a splash of water took out the fire. He wanted to breathe with relief, but the pain was too great. “Please! Let me go,” he sobbed. “I am sorry, I am sorry.” The leader went and stood right behind him. They signalled all the other vigilantes to end Yoshiro’s misery. Four blades plunged into Yoshiro’s chest and his sides simultaneously and he vomited blood. Even after so many injuries, he was still alive. The leader took pity on him and plunged their stiletto directly into Yoshiro’s brain killing him instantly.

"I wonder why you didn't notice me here since awhile ago. Does… their death that painful? Anyway, I have a hard killing the man. A trained police officer is really tough." Mizu eyes sharpened, instantly he saw the blood-stained on his sleeves. And a memory suddenly flashed through her, it was the same man who gets Shiro. "Through your expression seems you already recognized me. Nice I won't bother to introduce myself anymore." Mizu's face darkened, in the corner of her eyes she saw a long blade knife. The weapon that killed her parents. "Why?!…" she mumbled, while voice repressing her anger. "I can't hear you, state it clearly."

He prostrated by the large crater. "Please spare my life. I was not well aware of how truly powerful you are and regret my foolish actions." Death jumped over to Odoroku. In one clean motion he decapitated him. He looked up at Taifū who would have flown away if not for being paralyzed in fear. He pointed to the ground while looking up at him. Taifū flew down, and before he could even lower his head, was cleaved in two by Death's scythe.

The weight of his failure was suffocating. Ichiro’s breath hitched in his throat as he realized he was the only one left standing. In his culture, there was only one path left for him now. Shame burned deep inside him as he slowly pulled his sword from its sheath, preparing to commit harakiri. He knelt on the blood-soaked ground, gripping the sword tightly, positioning it above his stomach. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. Just as he was about to plunge the blade into his abdomen, a forceful kick knocked the sword out of his hands.

He should have studied her moves, he should have known that the woman would never give up. Placing his hands on the dagger, Uche readied himself. He was going to pull it out and bleed to death. It would be a painful death. He knew the process even though he had not felt it before. He had killed many people by stabbing them close to the heart, just where the aorta was. His death would be painful, but he was willing to buy his fate. Sachi was gone. This was the end for him. Better to die here than at the mercy of Ejima or Bozo’s troupe. The gods know what those two would do to him if they find out that he was still alive. “Here let me help you.”

Usher was thrown dozens of meters into the air and Torin was mercilessly snatching him away. Vione could do nothing. She could only stand still and watch as Usher died, utterly destroyed. Torin howled. The Nimbria pack rejoiced amidst the still raging battle. Meanwhile, Vione's mind went blank, her world truly at an end. The atmosphere of the battle changed. The momentum had shifted completely to the Nimbria Pack. Chaos engulfed everything, and Vione remained trapped in this devastating truth. Usher was dead. She had lost her mate and the man she loved most.

“You killed Nobunaga. Well, the truth is no one knows if you committed the act or he did. Regardless you ordered your army to surround Honno-Ji, and you set it on fire, trapping him. But he is still alive here, and you still work for him. Also historically his son was with him does he have one currently?“, she asked. “No, he does not.“, Mitsuhide replied as he pondered her words. “But how did I die?” “Hideyoshi.“, she replied. “Oh, and how did the mother hen kill me?“, he asked with a chuckle. “He didn’t really. He took the credit though. A group of peasants did the actual act.“, she said with a smile. “I am not sure I like this tale of my death.“, Mitsuhide replied. “You were older as well,

Almost killer: ? Yoshiki completely accepted the situation and the fact that these were most likely the killers of the original soul, despite that, he couldn't help but complain, "couldn't you have let me finish my ice tea, just because you're going to kill me doesn't mean you need to destroy my teacup, I couldn't even get a refill, what is the matter with you?"