The Death Cure Newt Death Page の小説・ストーリー

A single stare from a six-headed beast this big has the power to turn a Medusa-Adarna-Basilisk-Cockatrice-Dopehead into stone. And although he’s not stone yet, GD, who was sitting behind the Baron is one pressure away from being one. Albert pondered sitting beside him but Gustav, the spokesperson, spoke before he could step any further away from the door. “I take it that you’ve heard the news?” he asked Albert. “Which news? I hear a lot of them in a daily basis.” “You know what we mean, boy!” Oswald bleated. Gustav raised his hand to stop the impatient man from his loud notes. “Have you heard anything from Caine? We’ve heard through the grapevine that he caused Leopold’s death.”

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

“Nikita, please just tell us what’s going on.” My heart pounded against my ribcage, a desperate drum trying to keep time against the tide of chaos threatening to overtake me. I took a breath, steadying the tremor in my hands, and when I spoke, the words felt like stones sinking into the abyss. “As you all know, I died...” I forced myself to continue. “...But when I did, I saw my mother. She told me the only way I could truly die was by the hand of my curse. It has to run its course.”

The officer coldly replied, "Cause of death: acute liver failure. She had taken high doses of painkillers. Her organs failed rapidly." "The doctor suspected there might be an external toxin in her system, but she had signed a do-not-treat consent and refused further testing, so it was never confirmed." Marlene stood there, stunned. Suddenly, a memory surfaced. Jasmine had once smiled and asked her, "If I die, would you feel sad?" At the time, she thought Jasmine was being dramatic and even told her she looked fine. That it was probably just inflammation. Even then, Jasmine had been coughing up blood.

“She asked about my life, and my bullies and slowly we opened up to each other about everything. We became best friends over the week and in a few months I fell in love with her. But by then, my ailment had gotten worse and I was dying. I took my chance and I confessed my feelings to her but she didn't take it as I had expected. She burst into tears, weeping, she was sad. Not sad because I was in love with her but because I was going to die in a few weeks.” “But I didn't want to leave her, I loved her and I didn't want her to live a sorrowful life even if it might only be for a short while. So I took a gamble, since I was going to die anyway, I decided to take my fate into my own hands. Wolf

Sean and he rushed to Lilith’s side. Sean’s hand hovered over Lilith’s neck, and his eyes widened with disbelief. “She’s dead,” he said, his voice filled with confusion and bewilderment, mirroring everyone’s sentiments. Kat was searching for something on the ground. “Shit,” she murmured as she picked up a broken vial on the ground. “She used the Crimson Cessation. A death spell used by many ancient witches. It is like a self-destructed button. But it requires a powerful host and a lineage.” She told the last words to herself rather than everyone.

- Death - "I just got confirmation that there's definitely a new resistance. The leader is still an unknown though." Death had placed his echo in a holder. Death started pacing around the room, waiting for a response from Lucifer. Finally, Lucifer responded. "So it's not a shapeshifter, mimic, illusion mage, or a possession?" The sound of pages being turned could be heard from the other side of the call. "Zach got confirmation that it was none of those. Whatever it is, it looks human, but clearly isn't." Death said, mumbling "maybes and couldn't be" under his breath.

“Your cousin was cured, right? From the cure derived from the volcanic minerals of your pack, ye?” The girl frowned. “My cousin died long ago.There's no cure for that sickness here.” My heart froze momentaril

"He should have died by now." My heart pounded. The voice of the assistant answered, uncertain. "There's only one cure. and we have it. The wolfsbane can't be cured without it. His people don't know that." "Good," Mikhail growled. "Then he's as good as dead." I couldn't breathe. I backed away from the door, shaking. Alberto was alive—but stuck. And the cure, the one and only thing that could bring him back. Mikhail had it. He was abandoning him to die in a coma, slowly passing away, because of me. Because of us.

“How bad?” “We administered every known antivenom we had. Nothing worked. The neurotoxin is slowing his system—paralyzing it. It’s engineered to do exactly this: buy time, give a slow death.” Cassiel leaned forward, fists clenched. “So what are you saying?” “I’m saying, without the specific cure for that venom, Julian won’t survive the next forty-eight hours.” A long silence. Cassiel blinked slowly. “Who knows the cure?” Dr. Lee hesitated. “You won’t like this answer. But... Moreau. The man who concocted it—he’s the only one who knows the counter agent. And judging by how well it was crafted, I’d say this was designed specifically by him.”