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She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

In that case, he might still have a chance to see her again. "Every sentence is about Helena. It’s so disgusting to listen to!” While looking at Angus’ figure from the back, Skye was so angry that her face turned pale. However, she felt a lot more comfortable when she heard the sound of people fighting behind her. At least, the fighting had already started. Helena Cabello would definitely die this time. “Kill them!” Following a wave of Lucian’s hand, more than 20 disciples of the Bloodshed Clan directly rushed into the crowd and started killing.

“You’re f*cking seeking death. Even if I don’t want to live anymore, there is absolutely no way I will become this inhuman monster that you speak of.” “That’s not up to you.” Kagura gave an odd laugh. At the same time, Wikkan, who stood behind Kagura, started beating the drum that hung from his waist. At the sound of the drum, four test subjects simultaneously rushed towards their targets. A great battle unfolded. The struggle only lasted for a minute or so before McHannigan and Zaben fell into a pool of blood. Both of them were seriously injured, but not to the point of death. Wikkan then had the four test subjects retreat to the side, while Kagura approached McHannigan and Zaben with a smi

He staggers back, and finally, I can breathe. The crowd goes wild. “Surprise, my people!” the announcer says. “It’s a fight of two against two. Enter Lady Death for the female team and another new recruit for the male team, the Chieftain.” As he says this, Sheril immediately offers me her hand, which I take. She lifts me up and motions toward the new contestant running in. Two against two. The crowd goes crazy. Sheril swings her spear at the Caspian guy I was fighting.

He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot. Sofie delivered the final blow that crushed him. "Wake up! Your Luna is dead! You and your men were the ones who personally dug her body out of the trap! Have you forgotten?"

Her brow furrowed, a faint tremor running through her arm before it connected with my stomach with crushing force. “You’re fighting it, my love,” I choked out, a bloody smile touching my lips. “I see you. Don’t give up. You can do this.” The Death Goddess, sensing Layla’s brief moment of resistance, roared with furious impatience. “Silence, mortal! You distract my vessel!” Her blows intensified, a relentless torrent of pain. Layla’s hands became blurs, battering my chest, my face, my abdomen. I coughed, spitting blood, my knees threatening to buckle, but I kept my eyes on hers, clinging to that faint glimpse of my mate.

With a renewed burst of strength, she delivered a final, decisive blow to the creature's weak spot. The creature let out a final, deafening roar, its body convulsing in its death throes. It collapsed to the ground, lifeless and defeated. The battlefield fell silent as the remnants of the immortals and vampires stared in awe and exhaustion. Fleur stood amidst the wreckage, her chest heaving with exertion. She glanced around, searching for Zeeb. She found him, battered and bloodied but alive, standing tall among the fallen. Their eyes met, and a sense of relief washed over them.

It felt like an insult to the warriors, that Layla was not even looking at them as she beat them up, because she was dead on glaring at their Alpha. Rhea was breezing through the warriors like they were made of snow, scattering and throwing them in all directions with the powerful, dangerous and intricate moves of her Dance of Death fighting style. At some point, some of the warriors recognized it and began running in another direction. Deserting the Alpha in battle was treason, and that was out of the question, so they instead began to charge at Layla. Since she seemed younger, and thus, less dangerous. It was like feeding chicks to the snakes.