Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

“Barry, don’t worry. You have me. One dead woman can’t make waves.” Barry chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting wickedly. “What if she’s not dead?” “…What?” Delphine froze. “You had her burned alive! Are you telling me that was fake?” Her fists clenched tightly. Sometimes, she even felt fear looking at her son. But in many ways… he was just like her. “She’s not dead,” Barry said coldly, then turned and left the dining room. Delphine: “…Not dead? How?!”

said Saul with a lowered head. Wilbur glanced at the Lance brothers. He realized that Xavier had died. It was not a surprise because he was badly injured before taking the punch from Saul. Barry was alive, but he was badly injured, lying there as he struggled to breathe. Wilbur scoffed coldly and said, "Xavier is dead, and Barry is badly injured. They've learned their lesson, so I'll let this go. As for you, I'm going to give you another chance. I'll hold you responsible if anyone dares to be tyrants in Toneville again."

"What! die? why would they kill him. Is there nothing we can do to save him? "Nothing can be done. We can only hope he doesn't die a painful death" After few minutes, Samantha got a message. She opened the message and screamed. "What is it! Allen asked. "Oh my God! my phone! Samantha said, throwing the phone to Allen. Allen opened the phone, to see Jonas's dead body in Samantha's phone. He quickly deleted the message, and pulled Samantha in, he hugged her. "It's okay, baby Doll. You didn't see that, okay?"

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.

"We all feel the same way, Barry. However, because we have to continue with this charade of Oliver being deceased, this is the best way to take the scent out of everyone's noses." "It will only be for a few more days, dear." added Yuriko, holding Barry's hand. "Thank you, Yuriko." replied Barry, patting Yuriko's hand. "I'm still in disbelief with you two being together." said Tanya, half jokingly, half exasperately. "Amazing how life works, does it not." Lorraine chimed in. Barry could only smile shyly, "When I think about it, it was less than a month ago, I was on my knees, on that spot where you are standing, Ms. Lorraine, begging for my life to be spared by Mr. Reed."

That's when my eyes widened at what Mr Perelman said. So, Albus and Hailey are alive? Then the only dad died? What a trick of nature! I immediately turned to the door when suddenly someone came in. The none other than Albus Wesley. The Zombie Man though he can fool everyone not until he met the woodcutter. The woodcutter saw the Zombie Man eating a white deer in the middle of the forest. My eyes widened not because I saw him again, but because I could see the black aura on him. Only now have I seen something like this. From my bed, I could see with my bared eyes the black smoke all over Albus Wesley's whole being.

she asks. She’s dead before I can answer her. I sit back on my haunches and stare at my palms. “Are you satisfied?” I ask the others. "Justice has been served." None answer. They are used to death, as all wolves are, but they’ve never had to kill a person who was innocent at their core. “Barry, take Ally’s body back to the pack house so Beta Preston can say his goodbyes.” “Yes, King,” the Omega says contritely.

I could do that any day. This would be fine. The room quieted after a few minutes and I took a breath before looking up, forcing a smile at the crowd. "Thank you all for coming," I said. "My name is Luna Allen, and I'm here on behalf of Genevieve Allen to provide information on recent events regarding Mayor Jonathan Allen. Yesterday afternoon he was shot in the abdomen and was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. I am very distressed to confirm that he has passed away." Hushed murmurs of despair crescendoed through the room and I curled my fingers around the sides of the podium, trying to remain composed.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Slumped over a bar staring vacantly into the bottom of his third draft of ale. Devoid of hunger or appetite due to his grief, Allen had acquired the look of a man driven mad by the pursuit of revenge. Allen bitterly downed the rest of his drink. Sitting in the desolate bar in the early evening, there was hardly anyone to witness his failure aside from a few drunken regulars and the barkeep.