Tokito Death Novels & Stories

Shizuka Fudo and Furukawa Yukito are working together. How funny. Fudo spoke. "Nine years ago, there was an accident in your clan's winter home. An avalanche that nearly killed you, unlocked your potential, and even killed someone. However, after that day, you stop pretending that she exists and even lied about how she died." Fudo said, his tone escalated into anger. Kazuha was shocked. "How did you know that?" "Dying of grief without showing her body isn't a good cover up so we investigated and thought that her death is quite strange. She was killed by your sonic scream." Yukito said.

“Kam did the same for me, but I didn’t take him up on it. Did the two of you even watch the movie?” Kimia smacked me with her pillow. “Of course we watched the movie!” “Oh really. Then who died?” Kimia went silent. I grinned and smacked her with my pillow. “Well?” “I’m thinking!” She was silent for almost a minute before she could think of a character death I’d accept. “Loki. It had to have been Loki. He always dies. He dies more than the guys on Supernatural.” I snorted. “Nobody dies more than Supernatural characters die. And I know you’re guessing.”

Not something thoughtful because I am not a thoughtful person and not nice either. But I guess things can seem to go out way because soon after, I heard a pained wail and it looks like that wail came deep from within the person’s guts and at the point I saw what the fuss is about. Akita is dead. She killed herself with her own scythe. Just how sick is that? Killing yourself with your favorite weapon. She fell on it. How did she even get the scythe from our chambers. She might be sick but how sick is the man who drove her to commit suicide? I am sick and bad.

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

The rejection blade. "State your intentions, Beta Tore," Morio said. Tore's hands shook as he reached for the blade. "I... everyone was saying..." "Speak clearly," Morio snapped. "The moon sees everything." "Everyone was saying the curse, Kiera." Tore's words came out fast and scared me. "Three mates died! Three! Silas died in that hunting accident just two weeks after he accepted you. Then David got killed by rogues. And Wesley..." He shook. "Wesley just dropped dead. No reason. Nothing."

"We found something. Kaito's testimony claimed he met Marcus at a Tokyo restaurant on March 3rd. But we have Marcus's credit card receipts and cell phone records. He was in Seattle that day, meeting with our office." "So he's lying." "Definitively. We're recalling him tomorrow. This should discredit his entire testimony." But before they could recall Kaito, news broke: he'd been found dead in his apartment. Apparent suicide. "Coincidental timing," Morrison said grimly when he called. "Very coincidental." "Kenji had him killed." "We can't prove that. But yes, probably." The death cast a shadow over the trial. Was Kaito killed to prevent recanting? Or to make him a martyr for the defense?

Her sharp eyes caught the sight of two silhouettes in the distance, and she quickly ducked behind a stack of empty carton boxes. Yuri could tell by the sound of their voices that the two figures were men, both appearing to be in their late twenties or early thirties. And Yuri had to strain her ears to catch their conversation, as they were both speaking in fairly low tones, and even then, Yuri could only catch snippets of their conversation. “…found him dead in the warehouse in underground Shinjuku.” The first man was speaking. “Apparently, Hati got to him.” At this point in time, Yuri knew exactly who they were speaking about: Kanzaki.

“Idiot! Dog-man! Furry-thing! Bigfoot wannabe!” He lifted his hands, and I flinched, shutting my mouth, closing my eyes, and waiting for the hit. But it never came. Hesitant, I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, he looked hurt. His hands were hanging at his sides, and now I felt terrible, too. I looked down, staring at the splintered dark wood making the deck. “They found Toke unconscious. She was not there, but she had been. That we know. And I’m sorry”

she mumbles, her eyes wide. I exhale a huge lung full of smoke and relish the calm feeling for a second. “He’s not only the Flying Death, he’s the reaper and I’m pretty sure your time is up lady,” Missile says, laughing as I hand him back the joint. Just then the rumble of some motorcycles filters into the lot and I can only crack my neck. Her eyes gloss over and her heart rate goes bonkers. I like seeing her sweat. “Have you had any other children,” I ask, rubbing my beard.