1st To Die Novels & Stories

Those people below were not enough to destroy the Inuit. It was good that there were two strong people in the world, but if one of them was the only one alive, it would be the greatest harm to the world. But what everyone was pursuing was to be the only strong one. The First Elder had once been the only strong one, but unfortunately, the time was too short. In less than half a month, he had already been surpassed by this man. "Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!" th First Elder roared angrily.

He knew that it wouldn't be long before the First Elder would send over a report of victory. "Patriarch! Patriarch! Bad news!" Suddenly, an extremely terrified voice rang out in the ears of everyone present in the hall. ... A Gene Fighters asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?" This Chevor family disciple's face was already covered in shock. "The First Elder and everyone else are dead!" As soon as he finished his words, everyone in the Chevor family main hall was dumbstruck.

01 I watch my friend play with her children while I sit here in the corner and just watch them. It's been years now and I'm getting older each day. I don't know where and what are my destinations in life. They say when your first love broke your heart you will never forget about him, and I think because of that I still can't move on even though years has passed. "Myles, what are you doing there all alone. Join us." My friend Faye dragged me so I could join them with her kids.

And if it is wrong, it will not correct the mortal first. It will test the one who made her visible. Death.

“Cheers! It hurts. I know but it will be worth it in the end. Believe in us. This plan has been in the work for a long time. Do you know how long I had to walk into the future without my mate?” He mentioned his mate again. “She always died first, as the first victim of the disappearances. It was a case that no one could crack. It will start soon. People will disappear and then appear as corpses. There will be a lot of funerals. A great way to hide if you’re a killer or not. My mate is like Ebony. They always died when we expected it the least.” “How did Ebony die the first time?”

Though the First Elder was in our midst, they could not recognize him because he's now being referred to as “body” My eyes flitted from the wrapped body of the First Elder back to the Pack members who had their eyes glued on me, impatiently waiting for a response. “Some say the First Elder is dead, and he was killed by........” A young man said among the crowd but went mute when our eyes met, his gaze landed on the ground. “Is that true?” A teary voice asked, my head dropped to the ground, a tear rolled down my left cheek and I wiped it off before looking at them again.

I pressed, a sinking feeling taking root in my chest. Franklin’s hands gripped the back of a chair as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. “Alpha…” he began, his voice trembling. He swallowed hard. “All the firstborn children…” He faltered, his gaze darting to Sue before looking back at me. “All the firstborn children of the Pack are dead.” The room spun. I staggered back, gripping the edge of my desk for support. “What?!” “Every single one,” Franklin said, his voice cracking. “Boys. Girls. From newborns to twelve-year-olds. Not one of them is alive.”

“The First Door is open. The true war begins.” And then he collapsed. Dead.

By silence. She stayed silent all through dinner. She asked no more questions. But that night, her dreams bled. ~~~~~ THE FIRST KILL She was eight years old the first time she saw a man die. It happened behind the reinforced glass of her father’s inner courtyard—a brutal, sterile space in the Valente estate that smelled of cigars and citrus wood, though nothing ever grew there. No one had told her to watch. No one had even acknowledged her presence. But she had slipped through the back hallways, barefoot, unnoticed in the golden shadow of the columns. Just small enough to go unseen. Just curious enough to go where she shouldn’t.

Choking back sobs, he slowly reopened my family’s wounds. “Sylvia, you won’t get to wait for Charles anymore... He’s dead.” The moment those words left his mouth, silence fell. I watched as the look in Sylvia’s eyes shifted from scorn to shock before rage finally took over. “Each one of you really is deplorable in your own ways. “I gave you a day to figure something out, and this is the lie you came up with to fool me?!” I had imagined countless ways Sylvia might react to my death. But I never thought she would not believe it.