Al Final Mueren Los Dos Novels & Stories

Even if we all know there’s a man behind that screen, there isn’t a single bit of remorse. All guns point at Dale, and I, and I take in one last breath, “Both fighters have been eliminated.”

She said. Mama, I think I just walked straight into my demise.

They knew that their love was eternal, a flame that would burn bright in the realms beyond, and they took solace in the knowledge that their souls would find each other once more. As the final days approached, Adrian and Elena found comfort in their memories, recounting the adventures they had shared, the challenges they had overcome, and the unwavering love that had carried them through it all. Their love had been a tapestry woven with joy, tears, and everything in between, and they cherished every thread. And when the time came for Adrian to take his last breath, Elena, though heartbroken, held him close, whispering words of love and gratitude. She knew that even in death, their love would

“I finally have you, you little cunt… and I know just the man who’ll enjoy the likes of you.” My skin starts to crawl and the muscles in my belly tighten. I let out a little squeak and try to look around, but Rossi just holds on tighter, and twists the sharp object against my back, tearing through my blouse, piercing the skin. “They’re not coming. They’re dead.” A sob tries to tear from my lips, but nothing comes out. This is it then. The end. Rafael is dead. Frankie. Tito. Paulie too, probably. What happened?

Smoke curling into the sky like a requiem. Every network confirmed the same headline before nightfall: BREAKING: THE BLOOD KING AND QUEEN DECLARED DEAD. Matteo and Bianca watched it unfold from the shadows of an abandoned hangar near Zurich, their faces lit by the glow of the screens. Bianca leaned against him, silent. His arm slid around her waist, grounding her. “Do you regret it?” he asked. She looked at the footage of their empire burning, the news anchors stumbling over their names, the chaos that once belonged to them.

They are humans too. Till the next adios

There was only the two of them, locked in this final, unspoken duel. Thorne’s eyes flickered with something—fear, disbelief, perhaps regret. But it was too late. Alaric was the true Alpha, and this battle was his to win. With one final motion, Alaric’s claws descended, swift and sure. Thorne’s life ended in an instant, his body going limp beneath Alaric’s strength. The battlefield was silent.

After a few seconds of whining, it gradually weakened until it stopped moving. Natalia is finally dead.

"Um." When I went out to answer the phone inside, there must have been a violent scene. I could see and smell blood everywhere. Alfine and Roger's bodies were covered with open wounds that were bleeding. Alfine bit Roger's neck in the final battle and held him tight. The result was obvious; if Alfine wanted to, he could bite off Roger's neck any time.

His vitals are crashing. “We’re losing him!” one shouts. “We need to move!” They rush him out. I try to follow. Morales stops me. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re all staying until we sort this out.” “My boyfriend is dying…” “And two people are dead. Until I understand what happened, nobody leaves.” I watch through the window as the ambulance pulls away. Lights flashing, Mateo inside. Possibly dying. “He will make it,” Sofia says. She doesn’t sound convinced.