Novel & Cerita Should I Kill Paarthurnax

I pull his chin with my fingers, so he has to look at me, “No more death.” “He shakes his head, “I don’t want that either. A large part of me says to kill them. A smaller part of me reasons that would be wrong. But what they did to you…” he growls followed by a sigh, “They are the last of their race… tell me what to do kitten, what is the right thing to do?” “And you are the only one of your race.” Althea sheepishly supplies. I flick my eyes down to where Arik still lies, breathing. His wounds appear to be healing – he won’t die.

"I have to do this, I have to take back my life, take back everything he took from me. I may not be able to bring my mum or dad back, but I can avenge them." "I think what you are proposing is suicidal." Dean growls, always the first to lose his temper. "you can't possibly win." "and you continue to doubt me at every turn!" I snarl back, "I can do this, I know I can, I just have to be patient and wait for the right opportunity." "I think it's a good idea." Drax adds, turning his attention towards me. "If we take him down the rest may refuse to fight, knowing that they can't win."

They were well aware of Phoenix’s hatred toward them. There was absolutely no room for alleviation. Since they had no other choices, they would have to kill the bugs! “Send me in there. I’m going to destroy him,” Saria unexpectedly told Alex. She was talking about destroying King Primum. Alex hurriedly replied, “There is no need to take the risk, isn’t it? I’ll limit his mobility, and you can attack from a distance. We can wear him out till he dies.” Even so, Saria was very insistent and had to kill that king with her own hands.

“Shit. And she's sure that he did it?” I nodded, remembering that he couldn't see me so I said, “Yes.” “Zayn killed one of his own, a member of the pack. You know what the rules are.” Jaxon said. “He's just a teenager. The council can't possibly try to exile or execute him, can they?” I said. I knew the rules, yes. If you killed one of your own, you would get killed or exiled. Most times, killed. “We have to find Zayn first. We need to know what happened before it reaches the council.” Jaxon said. “Do you have any idea where he might be?”

“Shit. And she's sure that he did it?” I nodded, remembering that he couldn't see me so I said, “Yes.” “Zayn killed one of his own, a member of the pack. You know what the rules are.” Jaxon said. “He's just a teenager. The council can't possibly try to exile or execute him, can they?” I said. I knew the rules, yes. If you killed one of your own, you would get killed or exiled. Most times, killed. “We have to find Zayn first. We need to know what happened before it reaches the council.” Jaxon said. “Do you have any idea where he might be?”

If not for the marsh, he would have dropped to his knees in reverence. Sensing the looming threat, Alexander knew they were involved in something more serious. He turned to Wyatt. "Head back. I'll take it from here." This was his fight, and there was no need to risk anyone else. Frankly, more people would just get in the way. Feyen Cooper and Arcan were a tough pair to crack. There was no room for distraction or playing the guardian angel. "Indeed, Gomorrah's weakness lies in its horns," remarked Wyatt before turning on his heel and striding away. 'This place is a ghost town. No one sticks around longer than necessary,' he mused.

Kai says, then gets up and crosses his arms. “Since he seems to be behind everything bad that has happened in our lives, including me killing Mother and the parasites implanted in our brothers, I think it’s only fair that I repeat my rampage. However, this time I will make sure Father stays dead and if I have to use the Nephilim dagger once more, then so be it.” Again I ask, does no one ever fucking stay dead anymore?

was a death sentence, a finality that defied the heavens. He didn't care about the secret of our kind, nor did he care about the treaties or the delicate balance of the Confluence. He only cared about the stain on his rug, the frost on his table, and the insult to the Thorne name that was currently standing in the centre of his hall. "Father, stop this," I whispered, though the words felt like lead in my mouth. "The optics... if we kill an Archon here, the North will burn the District to the ground."

I tried to read her eyes, but the shadows inside them were endless. “You want me to fight this thing?” She nodded. “I think you can win. You lit up like the moon itself tonight. You’ve got something ancient inside you—even if you don’t understand it yet.” “Why do I have to kill it? Did it do anything to anyone?” I asked. “Beings that are capable of causing immeasurable harm should not be left alive.” Raven replied. “It’s better they’re taken out before they take us out.” I swallowed.

Charlotte’s POV “Kill!” I exclaimed. “Never. I do not wish to commit murder at all in any circumstance. Killing their leaders won’t solve anything as well. Instead of solving this case, it will make their followers bear a grudge against us. They might just try to take revenge. We would have resurrected them by ourselves.”