What Happens If You Kill Paarthurnax Novels & Stories

It lashes out with tendrils of darkness, but they disintegrate against the shield of our combined power. With a primal scream, I unleash everything I have. The rift begins to close, reality knitting itself back together. The Puppet Master howls in fury and desperation, but it's too late. In a blinding flash of light, it's banished back to the Void, the rift sealing shut behind it. As the dust settles and the last of the otherworldly creatures are vanquished, an eerie silence falls over the battlefield. We've won, but at what cost? I rush back to Xander's side, my heart in my throat. He's pale, so terribly pale, the corruption from the Puppet Master's attack still spreading through his body.

Fortunately, I made him fall to the ground but when he attacked me it made me throw up with blood. "Simon, Your death is certain today." I heard Dad's voice. "Don't forget you can't kill me." He laughed triumphantly. And we all smirked evilly. "Then see," Dad said loudly and I flew up holding the Excalibur sword tightly. I launched at him with great force, not leaving any time for him to escape. His eyes went wide in horror when his gaze fell on the Excalibur Sword. In the blink of an eye, the Lord Of The Dark Aura's body turned into ashes and fell to the ground. Everyone was happy because of the end of evil. But there was a saying, you can kill the Evil person but not the evil.

Seeing the pool of blood and absolute horror, Jax threw his entire body weight against me, wrapping his strong arms around my chest and yanking me backward with all his might. "Knox, don't do it!" Jax yelled frantically, struggling to hold me back as I thrashed against him like a wild, untamed beast. "If you kill your uncle here, you become a kinslayer! The entire royal council will execute you on sight! We have to go NOW!" I panted heavily, my chest heaving violently as the dark purple magic flickered like fire around my skin. Zeth was lying uselessly on the floor, bleeding and completely unconscious, while the distant sound of warning alarms began to blare loudly across the campus grounds.

"If you turn it too fast, the coolant will vaporize. It’s toxic, Arthur. You’ll breathe that in, and your lungs will crystallize in seconds." Arthur paused, his hand gripping a heavy, rusted lever. He looked back at his companions—at Lucien, the man who had lost a corporate empire to find his own soul, and at Kael, the boy who had become a living bridge between humanity and the machine. He laughed, a dry, humorless sound. "If I don’t turn it, they execute us through the door in thirty seconds. I’d rather choke on gas than die on my knees in front of some Directorate drone-pilot."

“If Boss finds out..” “Yeah, you are right. Father might still find out even if you can’t talk. I should kill you instead,” Ares said casually and stabbed Xavier in the neck. He twisted it to break the artery so he’d die quickly. Normally, Ares liked to see his victims suffer but Xavier worked under his clan so making his death quick and easy was the least he could do for him. And quick death it was. Xavier made a small choking sound and fell off the table. Now he had to find Saoirse.

Then I did what Reive was planning to do before the arrow pierced his chest and took him from me. I ordered the zombies to play the Nocturne, and in just a few minutes, the impossible happened. The war was over indeed.

"If the poison came from a high ranking werewolf, that means the poison is deadly. We need to find that six-tail fox before the sun appeared in the skies, otherwise King Bartholomeo will succumbed to poison and die!" Prince Arthur's eyes widened in surprise. He knelt on his knees and sobbed. "This should never have happened if I hadn't let him battle with me; I was too weak to stop King Abaddon; I don't deserve to use the Tizona sword; the Celestial Spirit King should let others use it instead of me!"

He screamed in pain and surprise, unable to move as dark tendrils of demonic energy now coiled around his body to paralyze him, “Wha—” he gurgled, blood spilling from his mouth. I looked on in shock as the life slowly ebbed away from Axton’s eyes. Sarah had just killed one of her allies!

The two clashed hard, teeth and muscle, until Kael rejoined the fight, slamming the creature into the ceiling before tossing it through the window. Silence fell. Only the creak of the shattered front door and the sound of their ragged breathing remained. Kael wiped blood from his mouth. “You held back.” “I didn’t want to kill them.” He eyed her. “You will.” They burned the bodies not out of hatred, but necessity. Pact rules demanded no trace. If the Thorns were watching, they’d see this as provocation. War. Ari stood over the fire, skin still tingling from the shift.

"I didn't kill the purge, Arthur. I just changed the target. The silver isn't in my blood anymore. It's yours." Arthur looked down at his own hands. The silver was erupting through his skin, not as a map, but as jagged, metallic shards. He tried to speak, but his throat was already turning to glass. He fell to his knees, his eyes reflecting the white-hot heat of the servers. "Goodbye, Father," I whispered. Dante didn't wait for Arthur to finish dying. He grabbed the master drive from the console and pulled me toward the emergency lift. "We have thirty seconds before the vault seals forever. Move, Ivy!"