1st To Die Novels & Stories

“Others might have done that, but we’re different. If you’re going to get us to kill the three people who hold the foundation of the werewolf association, then we need at least a reason. A valid one.” “The only valid reason you should consider is that your friends get to keep their lives,” the First spoke. “By midnight of every day, one person dies, and I think we’ll start with the Beta,” he continued, and I was on my feet already. “Say that again,” I raged, attempting to lunge at them, but Damon was quick to hold me back.

"Whether I die or not, the last thing you will remember before you die is how worthless you are." “Ahh, you won't die, Reyna not any time soon. But I can guarantee you will wish you had when we're done with you." "Well, come on then. Show me your worst."

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.

Somehow, I had always thought I would be the one that was going to die first. I was the nonchalant one and didn’t really care about the crown. I knew that I was the less deserving one for the crown and being mated to our mate when we had her, so I was going to be the first victim of the prophecy. But unfortunately, I wasn’t and Liam was the one that fell into its ugly jaws first.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

After a while, an archer came out and he readied his bow and arrow. "Any last words?" A council member asked. "I hope the King dies from his curse." He said while he looked in my direction. At me. And he was snickering. He chuckled loudly accepting his fate. The archer took his shot and the first arrow hit his shoulder, another his chest and the last his head. While others gasped at the sight of blood pouring out of his body, I smiled. It's good to know I have one enemy out of the way. I wondered how many more I had.

I walked barefoot out the main gates of the Silvermoon pack territory. A rusted-out pickup truck waited for me. A relic from my old life. The door didn't just creak; it screamed in protest as I pulled it open. Now, it was my only way out. As I opened the door, I saw them. A pack of reporters, already waiting. "Elena! Over here!" "What does it feel like to be rejected by Alpha Aiden?" "Do you have anything to say to Lady Cora?"

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

SILAS I watch from the rooftop. Non-combatant. Observer. Recorder of history. This is what I do. Document death. Keep records. Ensure nothing is forgotten. My notebook is open. I'm writing as fast as I can. 7:04 AM - First death. Vampire hunter (designation V-12). Shot by Marie Castellano. Silver bullet to chest. 7:05 AM - Second death. Wolf fighter (designation W-03, name: James Moreau). Incinerated by dragon fire.