A Face To Die For Iris Johansen Novels & Stories

“I'm angry…at you. You put yourself in danger all this while and it makes me wonder how I failed you for you not to think you could come to me for help.” “You didn't fail me.” Iris replied. “I just- I guess I kept it a secret because deep down the person was right. I am a killer. I am responsible for Mary's death and I don't.” Her voice, constricted and her eyes filled with tears. “I don't think I deserve to be happy.” She sobbed. “It should have been me. She was just at the start of her career. She worked so hard for it and then I let my selfishness and obsession with MGH send her to her death.”

Rae gasped and ran over to Iris, and Will placed his hand on my shoulder. “Azell we need Johnny now let him back through.” Azell retreated a little to let me regain control so I could look and take care of Iris. But he was still Seething. I could literally taste his anger. As I knelt down to her, her eyes were partly open and lifeless, her head lay in a pool of blood.

Iris: I watched as the guests who were going to attend the funeral arrived. Their eyes scanned the surroundings as they searched for the Alpha, his death not being announced yet. Cassandra wanted to be there to see the eyes of those who have allowed her discrimination when she begged for help years back. It seemed like the woman had lived through a lot more than she let out, but Ezio and I made sure not to pressure her into speaking about what she didn’t want to. “Ezio, Iris?” Marissa, the Raven Claw’s pack Luna asked her mate, Daniel, standing by her side as the pair looked at us “what is going on here? I’m sure that you didn’t come here to attend the funeral”

"Take a look at yourself. Who are you to hate me? Huh?" The tiles beneath Iris were cold and hard. The cold water soaked her clothes, seeping into her skin, bone-chilling. The ice-cold water made her shiver, but she didn't beg for mercy. She'd rather die than be imprisoned! "Beg me, Iris. If you beg me, I'll turn the water off." "Ted Zeller, if you're a man, go ahead and kill me..." Before she could finish, Ted directed the showerhead at her face.

“But you know he’s stronger than I am. Besides, he will kill you if he comes here, Iris. I can’t risk that.” Iris met my gaze without flinching. “I don’t care about dying, Anya. I don’t mind dying. I’m happy to die, knowing that I brought our savior to her home. I will be remembered as the one who brought the daughter of Ember and Ash home. I’m happy I get to be a witch in my last days without feeling like I’m being spied on.” My eyes burned. “I’m not letting him kill you.”

How do you look at a man who has spent years fueled by hope and tell him that hope is a jagged blade? There was no way to deliver the truth without breaking him. Iris was alive—the last of his blood, the sole heir to his legacy—but she had been forged in a fire set by his own allies.

The Gamma looked at me, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth; he went away and came back with a knife that glinted under the dim light of the bulb. I trembled. 'This is how I am going to die I thought as a lot of feelings coursed through me. 'alone with no one to even care. Not even my father,' The Gamma, was beside me. "Prepare to die, Iris." Saying this, he raised the sword high ready to slice, when I shut my eyes, waiting for the feel of the blade on my skin, waiting for the pain. I prepared to feel my blood pouring out of my neck or the bounce of my head on the floor.

Just enough to let the words settle. Then she keeps going. The list builds. Each role. Each action. Each outcome. Some are dead. Killed during the conflict. Some are held. Awaiting sentence. Some are gone. Exiled. Their names marked with where they were last seen. Iris does not hide any of it. When she reaches the final names, her voice remains the same. “Maris Vell. Intelligence leak. Status. deceased.” “Torin Hale. Recruitment. Status. detained.” She turns the last page.

I hissed. Rolling to her feet, Iris put the bed between us. “You're alive.” Straightening, I flashed her my most charming smile. “Surprise?” I meant for it to come out jokingly. It ended up sounding lame. “Did you miss me?” Her eyes flashed, the anger in them aimed directly at me. Maybe joking wasn't the best way to do this, I realised too late. With a howl like a cat, Iris launched at me. Her hands were like claws as they raked down my face, her nails cutting into my skin.

She's the one who change our world and yet she can't experience it. I turned to tap me. It was Jax. I know they're sad too, we all are. But they stop hoping that she's gonna come back. Even his own father gave up as well. I couldn’t help but get angry with him. After all the things that Iris' has done for him, is he just like this? She killed her cousin for her father's sake and for the people but they don't seem to remember. Even though Jade and Aaron were traitors we still gave them a proper funeral. Especially Aaron, I don't even know why he did that. Iris was hurt too much because she considered this sister. But I know that she forgave him already. Because that's what she is.