What Happens If You Kill Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

Paul sounded the trumpet as an arrow hit his chest, it went through his chest. "This isn't a normal arrow, it's a spell" staring at Paul as he coughed out blood, knowing that he wasn't going to survive. I closed his eyes as he gave up. The soldiers outside were weak fighting against the witches, the war was fierce, I was surprised when I heard the voice of Arianna. "Well I told you I would achieve my aim, killing this ingrate" "How's it possible that you're alive?" "I made it possible" "Fuck you you can't possibly do that"

Rage mingled with fear, and I felt it resonate through me in sharp pulses. "Grace and Kaiden are alive and the rest are dead", announced one of the guards after examining the bodies. "Take them to the dungeon. And the dead live here to rot. Traitors do not deserve proper burial." He said. Dorrin scooped me in his arms, "I do not feel Asfar. Were you drugged?" "Shot with a poisonous dart", I whispered faintly, my voice barely carrying the terror still gripping me. "How did you kill them all without your powers?" Alexander is examining the scene.

The First Hunger spoke, and reality wept. "You killed my children." The voice was not sound. It was absence. The space where existence should be but was not. Where light and thought and hope went to die. Through the bond, I felt Kael's warrior instincts screaming to fight. Rhett's strategic mind calculating odds that were mathematically impossible. Darius's analytical framework crumbling under incomprehensible threat. Marcus's hard-won stability fracturing again. "We did not kill them," I said, forcing words through cosmic dread. "New Lyra consumed them. Turned their parasitic nature against itself. She—"

She takes a breath, “Each Species has their own god and this was decided to let you decide if you want to save them to save yourself.” I look at her and notice she is giving me time to ponder and let the information sink in, “Wait! So if i want to live i have no choice but to do this. How is that a choice?!” Im huffing and crying now feeling like i am having something forced on me and i hated that living more less dying.

“And you will die because of it.” He lifted his blade and sliced the huntsman through its spine. The creature let out a sickening cry before dissolving into smoke and shadow right before their eyes. A loud silence fell down on the forest. Aria fell to her knees, her eyes empty. Dax was suddenly in front of her, hands gripping her shoulders. “Are you okay? Say something.” She blinked up at him, still in shock. “The council created that thing to kill me?” “I know,” he replied sadly.

“So, what happens if he is killed by a non-phoenix blood? To the power, I mean?” “It burns the person who killed a phoenix alive, perishing with it, not existing anymore. But the torment that comes is one that no one would wish upon an enemy, and I know for fact that no one has dared try to go through it.” He said, and I nodded, looking away from him. “I’ll do it, but until it is time, I do not want my mate to find out. Do you understand me, Alaric?” End of Flashback.

There seemed to be progress so I continued, "Carter is in on it too. He said if he finds me, he'll kill me." "What about the human men?" Xavier asked. "They tried to stop us from fighting but Hailey got mad and killed them. She seemed to possess magic," I finished. I observed Xavier and noticed how conflicted he looked as he buried his face in his palm, trying to assimilate everything. A sly smile formed on my face. This was just the beginning. I was going to destroy them!

I pivot, feel the wind of it pass, and step inside his guard. Our eyes meet — or they should. But where his light once burned, there is only ash and void. My bone-forged blade, alive with Nyxara’s name, drives into the gap beneath his armour. It’s clean. Final. The helm tumbles, striking the marble with a hollow crack. His body follows, folding into stillness before the light leaves his veins entirely. --- The Hall stays silent. “You have struck your own kin,” the central voice pronounces. “The pact is broken.”

He reached out to grab Venus’ arms, but Killian pounced on him. “ZEVE!” Killian yelled. “UNLOCK THE MAGIC CORE! THAT’S THE ONLY WAY TO STOP HIM!” Zahir widened his eyes as he stared at Killian and then me. For a few seconds, I saw fear on his face. Zahir grabbed Killian’s neck with a sneer. “Give up already, Derek! Stop coming in my way!” Zahir snarled, grabbing Killian’s neck and, within seconds, Killian’s neck and head turned to dust and crumbled away like sand. His body flopped on the ground with a loud shriek from Venus.

The executioner stood poised, his duty to carry out the sentence with precision and finality. A hush fell over the onlookers as the moment of reckoning approached. Lord Arcturus, his gaze steady and unwavering, took a final, somber breath. The executioner, with a swift and decisive motion, released the lever, and the floor beneath Lord Arcturus gave way. For a brief, suspended moment, time stood still. Then, the rope tightened, and Lord Arcturus was left dangling, his life extinguished. The echoes of the gallows' creaking and the gasps of the crowd mingled in the stillness of the air. The execution had served its purpose, a grim reminder of the consequences of treachery and the need for just