Sven Death Novels & Stories

Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair. I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?" … When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression. "Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent. "She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours." Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."

Harvey still did not manage to see me in the end. Grandma said, "I've made a promise to Maddie. She told me she never wanted to see you again." Harvey did not lose it when he was stripped of his glory, but he snapped at that moment. He looked at the garden pavilion, where my body lay, and tried to barge over. This time, everyone but Joshua rushed over and pinned him down. Harvey yelled, "You aren't actually dead, are you, Maddison? You must've still been alive! I didn't ask you to die! How could you… How dare you die!"

Then, I watched as someone grabbed Sven by the collar and punched him hard in the face. Sven fell to the floor, his cheek immediately swelling red. Looking up, he saw it was Cillian. His expression turned dark with fury. "Cillian, what the hell?" Sven spat and stood to throw a punch back at Cillian. Cillian caught Sven's arm mid-swing and delivered several brutal punches to his stomach. "Sven, you monster. Tracy is dead, and you're here with someone else. I'm going to beat you to death!" Sven was equally enraged and started fighting back.

The blood was like a reservoir that had been opened, and it kept coming out of his mouth. Gurgle… Sven’s mouth was wide open, and there was a soft sound coming from his throat, but it was impossible to hear what he was saying. Then, he raised his trembling arm and pointed it at Grimm and the others. In the next second, Sven fell to the ground with a thud, as if his skeleton had been pulled out. “Oh my god! Will someone really die if we check the car?” “Damn, he’s like a ghost. He scared me to death, but how did he die? Was he killed by an explosion? The tire pressure of the car isn’t too heavy, so it shouldn’t be able to kill anyone. How did he die?”

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

I fire back at him. “You might not find his body, probably has been devoured by worms or whatever.” I said nothing to him but hurried down the path with my boots on. “You don’t listen, Sera!” “No, you don’t listen. Sven was a good man.” “Really?” He pulled me back and stopped me from walking past him. “When did you start to care, you were after getting revenge on everyone. Sven was no different.”

Collen jabbed Sven in the eye with his crutch then turned into a spin swinging his other crutch cracking Sven across the face with the other. "You mother fuc-" Sven began but his breath was knocked out of him as Collen whirled back around thrusting his crutch in the center of Sven's chest. He half crumpled from the force of the impact and began stumbling backwards. Collen then thrust his crutch down pinning Sven's foot to the ground as he stumbled backwards, forcing him to fall on his back.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"These swindlers are getting too brazen!" My body finally gave out. I vomited a mouthful of black blood and collapsed, the world fading around me. The last thing I heard before I closed my eyes was the officer's frantic shout. "Contact his family! Hurry!"