Yuri Dead Novels & Stories

An officer pulled Yuri to his side. 00Yuri nodded. "He examined me." 00"I see." The police knew why she was so excited and asked, "Are you all right?" 00Yuri said, "It's fine." 00"That's good. It's good that she's alright." He pointed at the people in the hall and continued, "Look at those people in the room. They're dead because of their family members." 00Yuri's face instantly turned pale. He was dead? 00"What, what's going on?" Yuri asked incoherently.

Thus, Xuri’s power corroded his body and destroyed his soul. His voice grew weaker. In the end, under the gazes of many living beings, he gradually disappeared. His life and soul were gone. A powerhouse died in the Boundless Arena. Yvan became the second living being to die on the platform. After killing Yvan, Xuri looked at James. With a smile, she said telepathically, “James, I have dealt with this enemy for you. I have expressed my sincerity to you. Are you willing to ally with me?”

They quickly helped Yuri up from the floor. “Uncle Yuri, are you okay? Don’t die!” “Mr. President, hang in there! I’m calling the ambulance!” Yelena and Lawson shook Yuri’s body, trying to keep him conscious. Kaze watched coldly. He said, “Old geezer, do you even know humility? Are you trying to play dead and then accuse me of that? You want two more slaps?” Huh? Yelena and Lawson were stunned. Was Yuri playing dead?

And then—Devin’s hand wrapped around hers. “You don’t have to become him,” he said. “You already won.” Tears slipped down her face. And the lance dissolved into harmless light. Azrael collapsed. Alive. Defeated. Yuri dropped to her knees, sobbing into Devin’s chest. Later That Night – Vector’s Final Words Yuri stood by Vector’s bedside, the dagger on the table beside them. He looked older. So much older. “You saved them,” he whispered. “You’re not proud of me,” she said softly. “You’re relieved I didn’t burn.”

I stepped in behind Algae and Triscade as we took in the result of a true barbarian, an animal with no control, an artist whose art of killing was one truly terrifying. “What sort of monster did this?” Algae asked as we stared at Mama Yuri’s corpse, crucified to the wall with katanas, her face bashed into her skull. “Shit,” I inhaled sharply.

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

One of the housekeepers entered, her voice tight with nerves. “Señorita… there’s news. About Señor Yuri.” I didn’t breathe. “What news?” Her gaze dropped to the floor. “He was found dead. Shot in the head. Twenty minutes ago. No witnesses.” The world blurred. Gabriela gasped, but I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. I just sat there, ice locking my limbs in place. Yuri was gone. And deep down, I already knew who was behind it. Misha Petrov didn’t make idle threats.

“Tatsuya?” “Tatsuya Fujiyama.” Yuri stated. “He was only a high school student back then, but he was actually one of the informants for the underworld circle. He was actually one of my informants. And that’s only part of the reason why I even met Ren in the first place.” Tohya blinked, noting the past tense that Yuri used to speak of this Tatsuya guy. “‘Was’?” he echoed. Yuri tensed for a brief moment before her shoulders almost seemed to sag, and she sighed. “He’s no longer in this world,” she said, and Tohya could detect sadness in her tone. “He’s dead. Has been for three years.”

All I could see as I sat there was her lifeless face staring up at me. A faint chuckle roused me from my thoughts, echoing maliciously off the stone. Across the cell, Yuri sat, his smirk unyielding—a viper basking in the poison of his own making. My promise whispered in the confines of solitude echoed fiercely in my mind: if death were to be my fate, I would drag Yuri down with me. I would kill him with my own hands and enjoy watching the life drain from him.

Nikolas asked, confusion emanated from him in waves at my lack of reaction, "You're surprisingly non hyper-verbal." I only nodded. I mean, am I supposed to be surprised? In a span of four months, five people I thought were dead came back to life. I suddenly had a brother. My mother is a big bitch. My father kidnapped my daughter. I killed my father. My uncle wants me dead. So yeah, me joining the list of dead people didn't shock me that much. Nikolas stared back at me, confused and I can say a little bit worried, "You sure you're okay?" He asked. I took in a deep breath to saturate my lungs before I leaned backward and rested my eyes.