Should I Kill Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

Theo's eyes glow red and Aran starts feeling the pain that Austin is feeling. "A-ran" Austin is trying to reach for his mate "Now, feel the pain of thousand knives plunging through your body." As Theo said that, they both howled in pain. "Enough!" Willard yelled "Oh, shut up. You and your stinky dogs will be next." Myron shushed the rogue leader. Their remaining allies are all scared. But they can't escape. "Now, council Austin, I want you to stop breathing." And the said council did. He is gasping for air so as Aran. Not that long, Austin drew his last breath and die. Theo released his brother from his power before that and now gasping for air.

Raya surprised me, “he will find a way to enact revenge, even if he is contained for the remainder of his life, and that just makes him someone's problem.” “Then it’s decided?” Xander looked between them, “Any objections?” The room was silent, it didn’t seem fair, but I also took in the advice the other leaders we had chosen said. Any death would be hard for me, I didn’t grow up in this culture, and it seemed so wrong to be taking a life, regardless of the consequences. “What of his pack, his land?” I wondered if any of them would try to take this opportunity to broaden their own lands.

Take one out of the equation, it will make life easier. ‘I don’t even know what Frederick looks like. I’m not killing Ryan so that only leaves Jacob and Mel.’ Then there is your answer. Kill them both, let us take over the pack. Atlas can take his place and this baby can be raised by loving parents. ‘You have it all figured out?’ Well I do have plenty of time to think! I didn’t agree or disagree. I didn’t really want to be killing anymore people, though I am sure that Atlas wouldn’t mind.

All that suffering. Could I really prevent it? Was my power that important? "What are you thinking?" Axel asked. "I'm thinking maybe they're right." He stopped walking. "What?" "Maybe I should do the ritual." "Absolutely not." "But if it could save lives—" "It could also get you killed. Or worse." "What's worse than dying?" "Losing yourself. Becoming their puppet forever." I understood his fear. But I also understood the responsibility. "What if it's the only way?" I asked.

“This is unacceptable!” Austin says. “Even though rogues are not familiar with customs and traditions, it is common sense not to attack on burial grounds.” “One of our commanders was killed.” Aric said. “It’s clear the rogues want a war.” We were all seated with the council of advisors; Alexander hadn’t said a word since the meeting began. The Dawn pack members would be devastated to hear about Gadiel’s death. “I say we give them what they want; I say we go to war.” Stark says, and some nodded in approval.

"He's linked himself to weapons systems! If you kill him, missiles launch automatically! Twenty countries! Hundreds of warheads!" Hope pulled back. Power fading. "He's using humanity as a shield. If I destroy him, millions die." "That's checkmate," Sarah said. "We can't kill him without killing millions. And the Architects will judge us for either choice. Kill him and we're murderers. Let him live and we're enablers." "There has to be another way." Before anyone could answer, the Architects appeared. "We observe your dilemma. This tests humanity's wisdom. Your father creates impossible choices. How you respond matters. Choose violence and prove him right. Choose surrender and prove yourselve

"Me thinks your passivism has taken a backslide." He blinks slowly and his eyes clear a little. "I only have problems killing for the sake of killing or causing harm to innocents. I can deal with killing hellhounds or anyone else who's a danger to us." A strange expression takes over. "I'll have no trouble annihilating the soldiers who wiped out the village. My passivism days might just be over." And that would be sad. Axel is a great healer because he cares so deeply. Killing humans will be hard on him no matter what he says.

We arrived at an arena looking place, and he was giving a speech. “It is vital that we not panic! The Underworld has insulted us greatly by their action of killing one of our own. This action will not go unnoticed. We shall attack them when the time is right!” he announced. There was murmuring all around. “Axel, you are suggesting that the veils be tampered with!” one of the people spoke up. “I know that, but what choice do we have? My daughter’s death MUST be avenged!” he replied.

“Caelum, it is essential that you will do this. We are trying to put an end to this lifelong curse. I believe—” “But I don’t want to die,” I can almost imagine Caelum’s frown gracing his ever-angelic face as he sat there, worrying about his life. “Then what do you suggest that we do? Ask her to pierce it on her chest instead? We can’t do that!” So, it’s me or him? I am going to end up killing him because it is written in a piece of parchment that has existed millennia before. But, do they consider my opinion? I know that there will be another way so I don’t end up killing him. We can find another way, right?

And even if I succeeded, the cosmic imbalance created by destroying beings of pure entropy might cause catastrophic ripples across reality. No good options. Just varying degrees of terrible. I returned to the Council chambers where Darius and the others were strategizing defense despite knowing defense was probably futile. “Any luck?” Darius asked, seeing my expression. “The artifact gave me two options. Both deadly in different ways.” I explained what I’d learned… the choice between surrendering the artifact or attempting a battle that could destroy more than it saved. “There has to be a third option,” Magnus said. “There’s always a third option.”