Tusk Act 4 Requiem Novels & Stories

Sydney After the bombshell I threw at him, I expected him to strangle me. But he simply shuttered his emotions and gave me a disgusted look instead. “Are you out of your mind? There’s a most wanted drug peddler in the vicinity, Jacques le Roux. Two SAPS Special Unit officers were here to warn us. You won’t step out off the site. Is that clear?” I shook my head in defiance. “Don’t act like you care.”

But her embrace offered a sliver of solace amidst the chaos, her words a whispered reminder of the grim task that lay before me. "Put them out of their misery, Little Flower," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, I nodded in silent understanding, steeling myself for the gruesome task that awaited. Unsheathing Umbra, my trusted blade, I closed my eyes and let instinct guide my movements. With a swift and merciless stroke, I severed the heads of my fallen comrades, each blow a painful reminder of the lives lost and the innocence shattered. A single tear traced its path down my cheek as I bowed in reverence to their lifeless forms, a silent tribute to their sacrifice

The scent of damp earth and wildflowers filled the air as the pack gathered around the grave. Kynska's silent vigilance ensured the ceremony's safety, her piercing gaze scanning the surroundings. Her presence, steadfast and strong, provided a sense of security amidst the vulnerability of grief. The rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs accompanied the pack's slow procession. The sound of shovels piercing the earth echoed through the stillness, a poignant reminder of the final farewell. As the ritual concluded, Rosalind's fingers tightened around Lucine's. Together, they bid Marcus farewell, their hearts heavy with sorrow.

I asked in a whispered tone. “You were not supposed to leave your position," Jake growled in a low tone. "Damn it! You're too stubborn. Just stay alert,” he murmured. Damon suspects we are already infiltrated by the intruders. I don't know how, but keep your eyes on the pallbearers over there,” Jake warned. My heart sank. How is that possible? Aemond would never stop, would he? “Let us all rise to pay our last respect to Queen Tessa, as it is time to return her to Mother Earth!” The priest proclaimed.

Richard needs it "Miguel hung up and faced the intriguing scene "Tch ,tch,tch!"Tikka shook her head slowly "I need to start preparing his obituary "she smiled watching Lewis beating the shît outta Richard

I furrowed my brow and asked, "What do you mean by that?" Mom burst out laughing before she took out a small remote control from her pocket. "Do you know why we took out that accidental death policy on you? Why did it have to be today, and specifically at this dinner? It wasn't merely a trap—it was a sacrificial rite, Weston." She pressed the button on the remote control, causing the TV to flicker on and display a piece of surveillance footage. That footage showed several people in black robes standing around a baby, chanting incantations.

"I'm sorry, Whitney… I really am. In the past few years, every day felt like torture to me. Please forgive me and come back with me…" "Torture?" I chuckled. "You're still alive, aren't you? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" "Why, you!" She tried to lunge at me again, but Keanu rose to his feet and shielded me behind him. He pulled me into his arms, as if to reassure me. "Stop disturbing our dinner."

Sitting around them, several interested in simply executing the idiot fools. - So, are you enjoying being the guest performer? – Amasteus questioned Tsuki who was breaking the spine, I mean, a demon in half into pieces, after gutting them and breaking him with a dagger towards a spear-shaped pyramid. - It's nice to be invited once in a while. - Tsuki said, making leg movements. "Five more, and I can go to lunch. – Tsuki said, flexing his legs, then he was taking off his bloodstained apron.

Jessica’s eyes then slid shut, and her chin fell onto her chest, her breathing having stopped completely. Yuri studied Jessica’s dead body for several moments before she sighed, slipping Odium back into her holster. “Don’t you know, Jessica Kwok?” she muttered. “It is Hell here as well.”

I already knew the answer it would give: some are cut to bleed. --- Blackthorn — The Rehearsal (Return) After the bow came stillness. Then applause—thin, forced. The elders tried to make their smiles look like faith and failed. I smiled for them all. “Again,” I told the elder. His hand shook. “I, Kade—” This time the doors did not open. They didn’t need to. A low sound threaded the hall, felt more than heard. Ocean under floorboards. The wolf’s skin twitched. His pupils kicked wide. Flames leaned toward the door.