Apollo Creed Death Gif Novels & Stories

Vdius's Pov "I think she is already here. I should try to take a glance at her." Alec was continuously babbling beside me about his new Queen. Queen? Sneered* it should be known as the deed of Alberto Fright, the so-called great Leader of Moon Howlers. But how did he die and how can he die because his death was written in my hand! Yes, he should've been dead in my hands as I wanted to kill that bastard backstabber who killed my father, Robert Arees, mercilessly!!

I heard Kira's voice, and I blacked out instantly as my head hit the roof of the vehicle. Finally, I managed to find the dead. I just hoped my team had enough time to escape, and I prayed they would never get caught again until death. T.b.c ©2021

The man says holding a gun to my head. "What the hell do you want Stephen!" Apollo shouts taking his gun out. "Well well," The man chuckled. "I told you I would get my revenge someday." The man had an American accent. "Let's talk about this Stephen," Apollo warned. "No talking this time Apollo, just pain," he says mocking Apollo. "You know how this is going to end Stephen," Apollo growled, "You are going to be the one six feet under while I walk away." I notice Zeus, Nathan, and Adonis walking closer each holding a gun.

He said with a soft smile as he took his wife’s hand gently and caressed it. “He’s right hunny.” The Luna says and Runa only smiled and nodded. A man stepped out, stood at least five-six, and looked young. “This is Alex, he’s unmated and is a very excellent fighter. If anything happens,” he paused before glancing to Alpha Ace, “Report to us and keep her safe.” “Of course Alpha,” Alex said, crouching down to get bags and placing them in the car that awaited her. She grimaced a bit before giving her farewells to her friends, Sierra and Milo, and her pups she trained for years.

Cypher removed the gun safety and pointed it at him. "Please don't kill me" Todd begged despite Mr. Cypher's warning. Mr. Cypher delivered a shot straight in to his forehead. He died instantly. "You can't even obey simple instructions?" he directed the question at his dead body.

“That looks like me.” “Right,” Christian confirmed as they all watched a woman approaching from across the festival grounds. “Elliott sees the same thing. They start walking in a hurry, and then, at 2:32, just as the moon hits its culmination....” He let it play, and they watched as Elliott looked down at the ground, as if he’d stepped on something, and then he disappeared in front of Aaron, just a split second before Aaron’s IAC went dead. Cadence didn’t even realize a whimper had escaped her lips before her sister’s arm came up around her neck. A tear rolled down her cheek, and she swiped it away. There was no time for that.

"No! Adrian, what the hell are you even talking about?! I'm innocent! I swear to the Goddess, I have no idea what you're talking about! I haven't even called your phone since that day you came over to have a few drinks with Alpha Asher and me! How can you accuse me of something like this? I would never sell you out! I would never betray you! You're my childhood friend, you're like a literal brother to me!" He opened his eyes, looking up at the glowing blue projection with desperate, tear-filled eyes. "Are you... are you really dead, Adrian? Just tell me who the fuck killed you, and I swear I'll hunt them down and avenge your death!" I let out a low, dark chuckle from inside the command tent,

“You’re not a god. You’re a knife someone else threw.” He smiled once and bit down. Black filled his mouth. He folded into prayer and died fast. The canister went off. Orange light spilt across the glass. Plastic warped. The hum collapsed into silence. The stream froze. Chat feed exploded. Council squares vanished. I stepped to the glass, pistol steady. Through the haze, Kade stood on the far side, hands raised not in surrender, but in acknowledgement. “Garron.” “On it.” Two bodies were dragged clear. Gas poured in, saving the servers, suffocating faith. The Creed never planned for chemistry.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.