Sir Pentious Death Novels & Stories

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

He could not believe the audacity of the Ryokan citizen. Thoughts fleeted across his mind. Seconds before his death, Master Quint still dreamed of restoring the family’s honor and glory. “He’s gone!” “Master Quint is dead!” “Ah! That’s no way!” As Master Quint writhed in his pool of blood until lifeless, the Quints felt their world collapsing. The bodyguards from the Geranium Hackses felt chills down their spines. Ceb was dead. Deborah was dead. Master Quint was dead too.

"Ahem, so, what business is His Majesty's aide coming to meet someone like me?" Sir Thebet sighed and looked at me with pity. “Lady Sasha, I… uh not only me but also His Majesty and the others, am very sorry to tell you this.” Sir Thebet looked away. He looked hesitant. Such a ridiculous act as he was not hesitant to satirize me. "What is it? Does it have anything to do with Dylan?” Sir Thebet flinch, then he cleared his throat. "Ehem, yes," "What is it?" “Lady, please strengthen your heart to hear this news. Lord Dylan had… passed away.”

~ Marx was having a hard time accepting the casualties. He felt each of their deaths and each death left an aching space. Dempsey’s death had come as a shock to him. They had all figured Pentorium had been the safest place under the circumstances. Sven’s reach and influence had not reached so far, but there were others like him.

Felicity’s expression changed drastically, and she said in a stern voice, “You killed countless innocent people. Admiralporium exists to bring criminals like you to justice!” “Hmm! If that’s the case, all of you shall die here!” “This is Penta-sun Doyen from Eastsea, right? I advise you to leave now so you can perhaps stay alive!” “If you dare to meddle in my matter with Admiralporium, you’ll be dead too!” Penta-sun Doyen was a grandmaster in magic circles and could not bear being underestimated by someone like this. “That’s really arrogant of you. I wonder if your capability is as good as your mouth?”

I don't see the issue. Aria's expression darkened, and she shot me a venomous glare, clearly taken aback by my articulate defense. Melissa, however, was the one to step in. "Noelle, don't be too hard on Mrs. Scott. She's just following our local custom. When someone dies, we keep them at the funeral home for a few days. It gives everyone a chance to pay their respects before the burial." Aria quickly nodded. "Exactly, now let's put my son to rest. Melissa always makes sense."

The Great Elder looked cold and vicious as the situation ended that way. He started to curse in his heart. 'What a bunch of cowards who are afraid of death.' Elder Hexa took a deep breath when the disciples did not dare to attack him again. He locked his sight on the Great Elder. "No one is going to risk their lives for you anymore. It's time for us to settle our debt." As he recalled Elder Penta's tragic death, his anger rose like a tide. He slowly walked toward the Great Elder with his eyes reddened.

"The First Life. The day they found the Scythe in my blood." ​"No," Julian said, his voice sharp with a realization that made him turn pale. "Look at the monitors, Elowen. This isn't just a memory. This is 2026. This is now." ​The monitors above the table weren't showing medical data. They were showing a countdown. ​04:59. ​"The Ritual of Extraction," a voice boomed from the overhead speakers. It was Silas, but his voice sounded younger, stronger. "The Tenth Life was a failure of the soul, Dr. Valerius. But the First Life... the First Life is pure potential."

Chapter 5 “I am Saint and I'm here to hunt you down, but then because I am sure that you can't get off to that body. Death ministry assigns you to be a living reaper, no buts or anything you suicidal. You want your death, right? So then, accept our offer. For you to die peacefully, Mary Sean Ivanovich. Did I answer your question?” With what he said, I gradually loosened my grip on the bedsheet until I finally let go.

Who ever thought it rational to buy an item for over five times its original price. “Did you find the culprit?” Penelope asked Killian who was beside her. “Yes.” His jaw ticked. “Your phone has been sent to your room.” Penelope was curious. “What did you do to him?” Killian shrugged casually, “Nothing he didn’t deserve.” Penelope halted her steps and asked cautiously with lowered voice, “You didn’t kill him, did you?” Killian leaned close to her with a serious expression on his face, “His remains are lying deep down an ocean right now. No one messes with a King. It is a death wish.”