A Face To Die For Iris Johansen Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect to run into you here. Coincidentally, I’ve been meaning to speak with you.” “Is that so?” I cleared my throat lightly. “Sit down, then. Tell me what this is about.” William Johansen—one of Orion’s most trusted men. He’d been assigned to the SilverFang Pack to keep an eye on Iris. He sat across from me and carefully laid out a few documents on the table. “I brought this, ma’am.” Most of the photos he showed me captured Iris doing the things she’d once told me about—attending classes, walking through the Pack grounds, and tending to the herbal garden. The same garden I once nurtured with all my heart. And now, my daughter continued what I had started.

Melvin attacked him while representing the Youngs, trying to kill him! He did not forget about that! Even if Iris was there, he could be considered mortal enemies of the Youngs. There was no way they could be friends! Jonah reacting so calmly toward him was definitely a little strange! "Uncle, it's been awhile," Iris greeted Jonah. "It has! Iris, I heard about you being willing to die for your love a while ago. Thankfully, you're blessed and lucky enough to be safe." After that, both sides exchanged some pleasantries.

“All right, I’ll bring them there now.” After Soren hung up, he chuckled and said, “Rowena, let’s watch it together later.” “Sure.” Iris was so terrified. “Soren Harlow, you’re a jerk! I’m your wife. How can you do this to me? Let me go! Let me go now!” Soren scoffed. “Save your energy.” Iris’ heart was bleeding. She really wanted to die. Yet, she could not even commit suicide now. Could she just watch herself be defiled by other people?

“I have no regrets if I have to die now. But I must tell you a secret before I die.” Sis Poppy suddenly grabbed Sis Daisy and said, “Daisy, you have to let her finish her sentence.” Sis Jasmine stood up while swaying and pointed at Sis Daisy, saying, “She and Foster Father are in cahoots. They killed Iris, and she took part in the murder of Lil Fox. Don’t be fooled by her, sisters. Do what’s right.” After Jasmine finished her sentence, she took the dagger in her arms and stabbed it into her heart.

Her fist clenched, "I'd make sure we all die in the fucking fire!" The old man's face held disdain, now at her, and at that moment, Iris never hated anyone more. Tears spilling, she looked around her, heart thudding in her chest; she couldn't just go back. That was the same as signing hers and Amara's death certificate. What to do?! What to do now?! And that was when she felt it, the eyes, hot digging into her back, freezing her in place and time. Iris swallowed her main fears, temporarily forgotten.

It was also the smell, the putrid stench of something long dead, both sour and pungent, but tainted with an unnatural sweetness I’d recognize for the rest of my life. What hair Callum had left on his head was tangled in between Dain’s fingers. His good eye was open, but the sky that was his iris held no stars, only darkness. Half of his face was still badly burned and misshapen, but the good half—the half that looked so eerily similar to Dain’s it made my chest constrict, was contorted in rage. The base of his neck was mottled with old blood, so crude with its uneven flaps of flesh that I could tell it hadn’t been a blade that had severed his head from his shoulders.

A chill swarms me, sharp and unnatural, cutting deeper than the cold air around us. “It’s not possible… Gerald said the healer told him she died. Iris died. She didn’t survive my attack that night.” My voice trembles as the memory claws its way back, bloody, merciless, alive inside me. Patrick’s neck snapping beneath my jaws. His lifeless body falling. Iris bleeding, broken, and barely breathing. She couldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have, just as the healer had said.

They were so shocked to see the awful scene. Iris stood directly in front of the woman who had helped her. “It was my fault, I shot them.” “What did they do?” asked Maria. Iris looked back briefly and took a deep breath. “They tried to harass her, so I killed them.” "You think I'm stupid, dear? They died in your cell, so it's clear that you weren't the one who helped but you were helped. Guards, bring the woman behind her out quickly. And you Iris, go to the next cell to sleep."

“My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.” Her lashes were lighter, almost blonde. It was possible she dyed her hair. She had tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and under her eyes. “Oh?” “Yes. Now, my deal. You can stay and pull that gun away from me or you die.” I pressed a little harder against her neck. “One wrong move, your blood will splatter all over the floor. Since you’re pale, you’ll die in a matter of seconds, Iris.” “You’ll die with me, Colton. That’s a promise.”

I guessed he was beginning to like me too. As I was about to speak, I was shut up by another voice. "Hi, Finn." Finn? As in, she called him his name? Without adding the alpha? Who in the world does she think she is? "Iris!" His eyes lit up as he exclaimed. His gloomy expression disappeared in an instant. And she was Iris? The mate that was rumored to be dead? How was she alive? The alpha walked past her and embraced her. She still looked sick but I didn't feel any pity. I felt only anger and hatred toward her. Why didn't she just die?