Should You Kill Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

“Don’t. He’s—he’s not worth it.” Xenon didn’t respond. His gaze remained locked on Alistair, his body trembling with barely restrained fury. “He’s not worth it? This man had killed several people and took over lands–He is hungry for power! He needs to be killed before anything else go wrong.” Alpha Xenon was so sure of what he should do. He didn’t even mind that he is talking about killing his own flesh and blood. Hyacinth’s sobs broke through the tense silence. “Please,” she cried, her voice raw. “Don’t hurt him. He’s my mate. Please.”

But we can decide that once they are all recovered. After they all recovered and I let Kara visit her parents for a while, It was finally time for us to talk to see what we were going to do about Seth. I requested that we all meet up in my office to discuss this, being that the room was sound proof. They all agreed. "I don't know if I can do this," Kara said. "I know that is hard for you, my dear, but this is also what being a Luna is all about as well. I admit it has its ups and downs, but this needs to be done, sweetheart," he said with a smile to my mate. " I know, father, but taking someone else's life is a big decision and mustn't be taken lightly even if he meant to do us harm." She re

__Surt__ Surt smiled, this was exactly what he needed and wanted. If he called up the sister and invoked the claim over this necklace. She would have to give him whomever or whatever he wished death upon most. That was easy, he wished it on everything, but he wished it most on the gods. So he’d tell her that, and since Fenrir was already preordained to be the one to kill Odin and a couple others he would have no choice but to. Not to mention that Jormungand was supposed to kill Thor. The moment he told her what he wanted, he’d win and ragnarok would start. What should have started with the tomb opening would once again be.

"I’m not defending the system. I’m defending the idea that there's a line we shouldn't cross. Once we become the architects of the mass-kill, we’re no better than the Directorate board." Kael slumped against the cold, vibrating bulkhead, his skin flushed with the unnatural luminescence of his condition. "It’s not a choice between killing and not killing, Arthur. It’s a choice between dying as a battery for their machine or breaking the machine and finding out what we are when we’re actually awake." "And if we die?" Arthur demanded, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "If the 'patch' burns out and we're just left standing in the ruins of a society that doesn't know how to feed itself?"

l said looking at them. “You want to kill your own mother?” Daniel asked in shock. “My mother died a long time ago, that thing is pure evil, and I paused as I looked at them, “I heard something from the Luthus, it said it was sorry and I should kill it, if that's my mother, I should honor her words, we can't save her but we can free her”. I explained. “I thought of a way to kill Luthus but we have to get the artifacts”. Arya said.

I was a nervous wreck. “I’m terrified that killing him will be the thing that finally finishes her,” Alexander said, his voice dropping to a jagged whisper. “Killing a mate... even a monster like Draven... It’s a soul-killer. Give me one of those daggers. Let me take the blood onto my hands. If she rejects him first, maybe the backlash won't be as bad, but I’d rather she hate me for stealing her kill than watch her go grey inside.”

he threatened. "I have no qualms about ending your life, but Xavier has chosen to spare you," I cautioned. "You're fortunate that I'm not killing you right now; instead, I'll keep you alive to torture you until your last breath," vowed Artyom, pulling a silver blade from a drawer and ready to strike. The tension in the chamber was palpable, and the battle between the Oak Pack and the Nightwalker Pack was swiftly coming.

… You might regret this…’ he ask in worry. ‘Let me… and I will be borrowing more of your power.’ Droon sighed and ask, ‘do you want… to kill him?’ I laugh a little, I don’t have a choice. It’s either he will kill us or we kill him. If there’s one thing I remember when I was stilling reader a lot of fantasy books is that, you either kill or be killed, there’s no moral when life is at stake. ‘I have to kill him Droon, I need to kill him.’ I said in determination.

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.

“It’s not easy to be king. Power comes with a price. Axel has enemies surrounding him, waiting for one slip. He has his own battles—ones even I don’t fully understand.” I chuckled, trying to sound amused. “Maybe it’s the ghosts of the people he killed haunting him.” I meant it as a joke, but Shahar didn’t laugh. “Axel only kills people who deserve to die.” My smile faded. How casually they justified murder. I leaned back in my seat, feigning nonchalance. “Crazy how comfortable people are with killing. Can't there be other punishments?” Shahar didn’t even hesitate. “The more evil people die, the more the world is cleansed of pollution.”