Anastasia Knights Death Novels & Stories

Chapter 77 Anastasia's POV. ***** I opened my eyes slowly, and saw that I was in a very unfamiliar environment. I looked around, and got to realize that I was already at he hospital. I got to remember what happened before I got here, and realized that we got into an accident. I remembered what happened to Tristan before we got into the accident. I remembered that Tristan was going to die soon There was no way they he was dead already? I removed the drip that was in my hand while I managed to stand up from the bed even though I was feeling pain all around my body.

When his perfectly well-laid plan had fallen apart, he’d seen no other way than to tear her apart, trying to lash out in the dark like a wounded animal. What surprised him was that she did not appear to be forlorn at the death of her father, just an unwavering presence standing ramrod straight among the crowd, almost like she was performing a duty. He was not here to mourn the dead person as well. God knew he hated the man enough to have murdered him with his bare hands had it not been considered a crime. But he would have expected Anastasia to have broken down by now.

Gosh! "Wow mic drop" I said and smiled with my eyes still closed. "And you think this is some kind of joke, Anastasia Miracle?!" "Calm down, okay? This is just a small thing, everybody knows I don't do dating. You're just overthinking, Edith. Plus, you know I don't care about haters. Just let them be, I just spoke the truth. Don't worry too much, okay? Haters don't get to say words straight into my ears like you do hahaha"

The anger roiling within him threatened to boil over, but he forced himself to steady his breath, to ground himself. "You’re a coward," Alexander spat, his voice trembling with barely-contained rage. "You have everything, and yet you still can’t see what’s right in front of you. Arianna—she was a girl full of fire, full of life, before you destroyed it. You took everything from her, and now you act like you can discard her like she’s nothing. Well, I’m here to tell you, Kael, you’ve lost her. She won’t be useful to you anymore. Not like this."

Knights 01: The Five Knights and Me In Aza's room, a whirlwind of silk and whispered anxieties swirled. Her three best friends, a chaotic symphony of clashing opinions, debated the crucial matter of her outfit for the impending date with the loathsome Wilton. The previous night had been a restless one for Aza, haunted by unsettling premonitions of the evening ahead—an evening she was dreading with every fiber of her being. The very thought of spending time with a man she despised sent shivers down her spine.

“Let’s just fuck her already.” My blood ran cold. I started struggling harder, panic clawing up my throat. “No… no… no,” the words tumbled out in a rush, broken and desperate. “You can’t do this!” “This is just the beginning, Anastasia,” Alexander said, his eyes locking onto mine—dark, filled with nothing but hatred. “Your life in hell starts today.” And then they threw me onto the bed. The impact knocked the breath out of me, but I still tried to crawl away, scrambling, desperate—only for Lorenzo to grab the sides of my dress and rip it off me, leaving me in nothing but my lingerie.

Making singling out any one knight impossible. I need you. He cried to Bast. It was only twenty-maybe thirty minutes before Deragan heard the feral roar answering him from across the meadow. Get here. Anastacia, his mate, his eternal lover, was giving up. She was dying in his arms after what the demon had done to her in the night. Draining her soul from her body while he slept the deep, rare sleep of his kind. She’s nothing left to cling to now. He was touching her face reverently. His heart wrenching.

I watched how he hit her and how she cried and begged him to stop, but the cretin never relented, and, with one final blow, she collapsed to the ground, her eyes fixed on nothing and with one final tear drop… She was dead, and I saw red. "Stop him!" A distant voice yelled, and the setting changed again, and my hand was wrapped around Anastasia's neck with her back slammed on the wall. Her eyes were wide with fear as she stared at me, and I needed more of that fear, so I tightened my grip on her neck. "Enzo…" Anastasia choked out. "Enzo!" It was my mother's terrified and agonized voice. "Enzo, you are killing Anastasia!" That was Khione's voice.

"Not so fast." I sighed looking at him, I was kind of looking forward to my exit after 'Tada bitches'. "Aww c'mon. I just need some fresh air." "If you don't join, you die. Ace would join again after your death, you know under depression and Dylan and Max too, probably Sean as well. Oh wonderful! Your death is the solution to all." Anastasia said happily like she had just solved the toughest math question ever. I stared at her blankly, wondering which mental institute was the nearest. "Killing me will only result in Bryan getting extremely pissed off and killing you along with your dogs." I stated flatly.

"Because you never deserve me. I hated the Moon Goddess for giving me someone like you as a mate. I cursed fate for your existence, forcing me away from the one whom I love. So please, Diana. If you truly love me like you always said every night for the past nine years, please die for me." Anastasia let go of her linked hand from Axel's before she crouched before Diana. With their faces now inches apart from each other, Anastasia grasped Diana's neck tightly until Diana's veins started to protrude around the latter's neck and forehead. "Die, Diana. Your role in this world is done after you give me and Axel the happy ever after we all deserve." Diana could not even speak when Anastasia's shar