Technoblade Never Died Novels & Stories

The thing was that anyone else who would have done this, it would not have killed him because of his Tribrid state and the hibernation he had done earlier. But the cheat code was that he could die by his own hands, or by another Tribrid. Malek fell to his knees as blood started gushing from his wound. He instinctively tried to hold it back by wrapping his hands around his neck, but that was not going to help. What he had done could not be undone. But at least he had died for what he believed in. At least, he had seen some change, and that it was possible. As he choked on his blood, memories flashed in his mind. But unlike Cassie, they were euphoric ones.

“There was another survivor.” Jennifer froze. “I thought he died.” “So did I.” Luna’s voice had become distant. Like she was speaking to herself. “He was never officially declared dead.” Jennifer quickly pulled up archived files. Typing rapidly. Searching. Searching. Searching. Nothing. Every record ended the same way. STATUS: DECEASED Alexander frowned. “If he’s alive…” “He erased himself.” Jennifer finished. Luna nodded. Only someone trained through Project Phantom could erase every trace of that completely.

Frederick had snapped his neck. "Alright, I’m done playing cat and mouse with you. You guys can go to hell!” Frederick's voice resonated in the air. With a series of thunderous crashes, the night became silent once more. The moon slowly emerged from behind the dark clouds. Amidst the scattered debris, only shattered stones remained. The cyborgs from Organization V didn’t even have the chance to self-destruct. Even though the cyborgs could resurrect, they had their limits. After being killed repeatedly, they exhausted all the inner aura within their bodies and could no longer come back to life.

How could this be possible! That stunning and peerless leader of the Nine Hells squad, who single-handedly suppressed the Bluebird of the other four special forces squads in the special forces competition—hadn't she already died! The news of Bluebird's death had already spread throughout the military world, passed along by Gabriel. And it was precisely because of this that their verdict in the military court had become even more severe! But now… The supposedly deceased Bluebird was standing right before him again!

He was just like I had remembered him when I first came to the packhouse but I didn’t believe what my eyes beheld. He was standing there with his pecan hair, sky-blue eyes, smoke, and tattoos. “What the…” “Thought you’d be happy to see me.” He left the side of the wall and straightened his back. I heard a slight crack from him. I retreated to the window, still facing him when he looked around the room and began walking closer to me. “Video games… why am I not surprised?” “No! You-you should be dead.” He rolled his eyes, taking in some of that fatal smoke into his system. “I never died.” His voice went lower. “Just dying. I would’ve if some who thought I was worthy hadn’t come to my rescue.”

“I don’t like the idea that innocent people have to die for a greater cause. I never did. However, someone has to step up to end this cycle of meaningless hate. I’m tired of fighting for the sake of fighting. I wish to fight for something I truly believe in. You might not know this, but all my life, I never really knew why I existed until now. Why do we struggle to live when we would simply end up dead one day? Would there be a difference even if I tried?” This time, the blind assassin paid close attention to Zen as the youth spilt his innermost thoughts. Through the live broadcast, the world listened to the story of Zen, the gamer with a passion for cooking. For Zen, revealing his innermost

He activated a device implanted in his chest. "No!" I screamed, but it was too late. The explosion was contained, killing only Vex. A suicide device that destroyed his body but left everyone else alive. He died with a smile, becoming a martyr for his cause. And across the world, the hunt began.

“Last warning. Surrender now.” “Never!” Tommy sneered. With fury, he used the dagger he'd gotten from Nelo and stabbed himself twice. Damian and the rest did not move as they watched him collapse to the ground and shook with pain. It took him about ten minutes to take his last breath. Afterwards Damian gave the orders for his body to be moved. No one said a word about it as it was done and the place was cleared of his remains and scent. His death was never mourned nor would he be acknowledged as an Alpha in the history recordings. Damian swore to make sure of it.

, Elena asked him in pain and the pain was visible in her eyes. "When you were 3 years old and Alpha Zane was 8 years old, he confirmed that you were his mate, but we didn't tell you because he wanted you to live your life freely until he came into your life. He assigned me a duty to protect you", Aiden said, and a tear slipped from her eyes. " But you didn't protect me, but you used me to satiate your needs", Elena accused him and, Aiden looked straight into her eyes, with pain in his eyes.

This time, Diana slumped back to her chair. Talia nodded at Soleyah, conveying to the latter to shut off the live footage. With Talia and Soleyah—magic and technology—the drone came back in no time. “Are you alright?” With a wave of Talia’s hand, a cup of water that could ease Diana’s fatigue appeared out of thin air. She placed the cup in front of Diana and picked up the laptop of Soleyah before she gave it to the latter. “Have some drink. You need to stay sane. Death is normal in war. It could be me the next day, it could be the people you hate, or it could be the people you care about. But this is the awful reality of war, Diana.”