Barry Allen Dead Novels & Stories

“Such a pity. If only you had admitted what you had done, then we wouldn’t have had to do this. You could have lived out your days in a nice, cushy cell.” His detached throat slips from my hand and lands on the ground beside me with a thud as I sit up. Barrett sounds the horn again, signaling the end of the match. A smirk spreads across my face as Barrett comes out of the stands and into the arena. “You killed him.” “Yes, I did. Is there a problem?”

He groans and unwillingly grabs his phone from the nightstand with me still in his arms. "What is it, Brand?" He bark at his cousin. So, it's Brandon. "Allan killed himself by slitting a shard of glass in the early morning." I hear Brandon's depressed voice. My own mind goes numb with shock. Allan Callahan was the only upper hand that Hunter had on Benjamin and now he's gone. One thing is now sure that a lot more blood will be shred in this war.