Should You Kill Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

Of course he could. But what was the point? If he killed the lava monster, the monster would only be resurrected and become stronger. At that time, it would be unknown how long the formation could last. Therefore, there was no point in killing the other party. The real correct way was actually very simple. Exhaust the other party! Leaving the other party alive meant that the other party would not be resurrected through death. After that, when it was unable to become stronger, it would madly exhaust his energy.

But first how do I stop her before she sniffs my reluctance? “Tabitha has to die.” I finalize. She has to be killed this time for good or she won’t let none of us live or our descendants would be in constant fright of her evil schemes and hatred. I walked to the box where I safely hid the potion with half of its content intact. The other I used in preparing the mushroom soup for Xander but I couldn’t watch him eat to his death. It didn’t sit right no matter how hard I tried to persuade myself it was for the greater good. No greater good exists over Xander. He has shown me so much love that I know naught what to do with it.

Harithen staggered out, pulling off his helm, and emptied his stomach into the trampled grass as the vampires moved to the next tent, sliding through the human soldiers that lingered around the fires as if they were meant to be there, keeping their faces down. “It is not easy, Harithen,” Thaelen said gently, placing his hand on the prince’s shoulder, using his body to shield Harithen from sight. Without his helm on, Harithen’s hair and face was too recognizable. He pulled Harithen’s cloak hood up. “This taking of life. But it is necessary.” “I guess, it seems… too easy,” Harithen wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Not honorable to sneak through the shadows…”

I watched him earlier that morning, his face long and tense, heading to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. He refused to eat breakfast because he was taking Luke to the council to be questioned about the device they found in his house. It was obvious his choices had also narrowed. “You must kill Arya.” The line was quiet for a moment before Xander answered, huffing. “You want me to kill Arya after I was almost caught when I killed Darius?” “This is the only way, Xander. We might not have another choice,” I quickly answered, leaning back from the training grounds, and lowering my voice. “If we had another choice, I wouldn’t have placed this burden on your shoulders.”

Around us both sides watched, uncertain whether to intervene. Nathan got his teeth into my shoulder and I howled, the pain sharp and bright. But I used the momentum to flip him, slamming him into the ground hard enough to crack stone. ‘Kill him,’ Aries snarled. ‘End this.’ I wanted to. God, I wanted to rip him apart piece by piece. But as I stood over him, teeth at his throat, I hesitated. Killing Nathan wouldn't bring Thorne back. Wouldn't undo the curse or restore my parents or fix any of this.

I asked taking a seat opposite him, he wanted space fine I’d give him space, but I wasn’t going to walk away. “Your mum was right. The power can be shared between mates. But too much can kill. You’re not going to be the one to wield it and neither is Axel. This is something I need to do” “What? No Hector. You just said to much power can kill the one that holds it. You’re not dying for anyone”

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.”

“I am not killing you.” He scoffed. “You know the rules, boy. If you don't kill me, they kill you. If you want the war to stop, you will have to kill me.” He coughed out blood and stared straight into my eyes, waiting. “Do it,” he said. “Kill me, and rule. It’s your fate.” I looked down at him, my hands shaking. I didn’t want to kill him. But I knew if I didn’t, I might never leave this arena alive.

"If you kill him now, every Purifier in North America will hunt you until you're dead." He held my gaze. "Is that what you want?" I looked down at Azrael. At the knife in my hand, still poised to end his life. At how easy it would be to just push down, to eliminate the threat permanently. Do it, the shadow whispered. He'll only come back stronger. Kill him now while you have the chance. Zane's hand on my wrist was steady. Grounding. A reminder that I had a choice. That I didn't have to become the monster they feared.

"You stood within arm's reach of the man who put two of our best people into a coma, and you simply let him live. The Alpha Rune I grew up with—the Conqueror I swore to follow—would never have let that insult stand. He would have razed that house to the ground." "And what would you have had me do? You heard the report from the healers," I said, my voice rising to match her intensity. "The man is broken. He will most likely not survive his injuries. Killing him then would have been an act of mercy he didn't deserve. If the toxin doesn't claim him, the coming full moon certainly will."