Barry Allen Dies Novels & Stories

"She’s dying. If you don’t figure out your feelings soon, you’ll regret it when it’s too late!" "Who?" Allen’s voice came from the other end, sounding confused. "Boss, who’s dying?" Suzy froze for a moment before replying flatly, "No one." But Allen wasn’t buying it. Her earlier words had struck a nerve, and as he thought them over, one name came to mind—Riley. Especially since he’d noticed her looking pale and barely eating these past few days. Could it be… Allen’s chest tightened at the thought, and he completely forgot the reason he’d called in the first place.

His father’s face looked tense, as if he were holding back his anger. “What’s really going on here?” Allen asked. Aaron closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Bad news. Zagami died. His ship exploded.” Allen’s eyes widened in shock. "What?!" ***

Something was off. Gina leaned over from her desk, her eyes wide. “Ari, did you hear?” I set my bag down slowly, trying to keep my voice steady. “Hear what?” “Bruno. The bartender from the bar case. He’s dead.” The words hit me like a physical blow. “Dead?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. Gina nodded, lowering her voice as if the news was a forbidden secret. “Found in an abandoned lot downtown. Single gunshot to the head. Looks like a hit.”

“Mr. Queen, why do you think Mr. Yarde asked about the Allen family?” “It’s hard to say.” Jason shook his head. Jonathan wanted to say something when his phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call in a slightly impatient manner. “What is it?” “Mr. Walker, Tony Turner from the Allen family is dead.” Jonathan stood up so abruptly that the chair toppled under him. He was incredulous. “How did he die!?”

“Mr. Queen, why do you think Mr. Yarde asked about the Allen family?” “It’s hard to say.” Jason shook his head. Jonathan wanted to say something when his phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call in a slightly impatient manner. “What is it?” “Mr. Walker, Tony Turner from the Allen family is dead.” Jonathan stood up so abruptly that the chair toppled under him. He was incredulous. “How did he die!?”

“Not at the cost of someone’s life...” “Have you been set free, Mr. Allen? Have the charges been dropped against you?” “What happened in the courtroom today, Mr. Allen?” “I was...” he began. There was a loud sound, and everyone turned to look behind him. The doors opened forcefully, and Angela burst through them. She was slightly disoriented. Tears gushing out of her eyes. “They killed him. They didn’t want him to speak the truth, they threatened him, and now they have finally killed him.”

she rolled her eyes. Barry freed himself from the goons but they pointed their guns at him, "What is she talking about?" He asked Stacia but they were distracted. One of the goons found Allen and threw him downstairs. Alora was surprised to see him. "This kid went live on tiktok ma'am, I've destroyed the phone but we've gone viral". The goons said.

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.

At least he was granted the blessing of making peace with Ronald before he left, and the news had spread that he was taking over the company, it felt felt far from a joyful moment with everything that had happened. After the conversation in the suite that night, Ronald was hospitalized the next day because his heart was failing. There was no use fighting—he didn’t even want to. Leaving on his terms was something he’d made abundantly clear from the first time he was diagnosed with this rare heart condition. He was placed on life support for days and it wasn’t long until his name disrespectfully swarmed across the headlines. They said he was dead before he was even pronounced. Former Mayor pas

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.