All Might Dies Novels & Stories

But since you want to end our lives, Anders and I are ready to die. We've come a long way. We've seen a lot. We've faced near-death experiences, and we have stood tall. We have made promises to each other, and we will not break them. Anders is my mate, the love of my life, and against all odds, we will be together either in life or in death. No matter what you do, Brandon, you cannot separate us. Make your decision now. Walk away peacefully, or we fight to the death."

The crack of wood against his shoulder satisfied Annabelle, but there was no time to celebrate. Annabelle grabbed Adam's arm, twisting it with all her strength. Together, Cassidy and Annabelle shoved him. In the frantic struggle, his foot slipped. For a split second, their eyes locked—panic and terror on his face. Then he was gone. His scream echoed, swallowed by the darkness below. Silence followed. Cassidy and Annabelle stood frozen, breaths ragged, as reality crashed over them. The weight was suffocating. They had just killed someone.

Matthew had come back for him, and Melody was to go to the event with his wife, Amy. So Allan was now here at the event, wishing he wasn’t, tired of being bombarded with questions as to where he was, false concern as to how he holding up, and hypocritical interest as to what he was going to do now that he was back in the world of the living. They wanted Allan Sinclair, billionaire, businessman extraordinaire. What they didn’t seem to realize was that man wasn’t back and never would be. He’d died in that fire with Riana. All that was left of him was a shadow. “Nothing but a shadow, that’s what I am.”

He will have him regret even looking at her. "But.." Elizah cut her off with his cold glare. "Leave. I wish to be alone," Elizah commanded. Georgina clenched her jaw but reluctantly did as he said. The war had begun. Allain had left for werewolf kingdom and was fighting against the King. He needed his skills to fight werewolves for him and once he will return after winning over the werewolves Elizah will have his head. The man will die of betrayal. And even though he dies at the hand of wereolves, it will still be a winning situation for him. Both the dragon and werewolves race needed to be cleansed of termites like Allain and Marcus.

It all happened in a split second, as the man found himself bleeding on the floor with a deep look of confusion on his face, wondering how such a thing could have happened and how he was currently dying. “...urgh, Moon mother…,” Was all he was able to belt out before all the breath left his body and he finally died a very quick but painful death. “I don’t believe in her,” the hooded man said his words echoing around the small room he stood in with a corpse by his feet. He raised his hands to his head and dropped the hood over his head to reveal his face, one that happened to belong to Hurai’s knight, Allen.

I take a step forward. Maybe it is best I come clean. They I can get a pardon, hopefully. “I—” I am cut off once again. Atlas runs into the throne room, throwing the doors wide open. “They are all dying, your majesty. My blood isn't curing any of them.” The fear is evident on his brown skin. “They are all dying.”

I say looking back over to Cassius who stopped to let us have our conversation. "Penelope is dead?" Allistar sounds just as pained as me, but that pain quickly gets replaced by rage. The look he gives Cassius would drop a weaker man. He goes to take a step forward, but never makes it. Instead, Cassius is standing right in front of him with his hand around the hilt of a knife that has gone through Allistar's heart.

"Nothing, I just got old." "What do you mean? You've always been old. Maybe Isis' potion went haywire. By the way, where is everyone?" Dimitri sighed, then he started crying. "Everyone is dead. They are all dead!" "No, you're lying." "It's true man, James was the first to die. They ripped his head clean off his head and burned it on the snowy field." "What?"

Then his limp hand slid off Allera’s arm and thumped dully to the earth beside him. The weight of grief slammed into my chest, stealing my air. I couldn’t summon a single breath as I watched him expire. “Urban?” Allera opened her eyes and lifted her gaze, only to gasp out a small scream. “No! No, you can’t leave me. Oh God, don’t die. Urban.” Nicolette and Brentley forgot their guarding duties to rush over. “Oh my God!” Nicolette cried, dropping Allera’s sword so she could slap her hands over her mouth and burst into tears. Then she backed away from the scene, slowly shaking her head in denial.

But her cries fall on deaf ears as the giant slams into her without any preparation bounding into her with enough force to split her in two. Thankfully the screen fades to black. Turning, I see Micah's expression matches my own. McAllister dies. No exceptions.