Bellamy Death The 100 Novels & Stories

Bellamy said and hooked the gun, just as she was about to shoot Leilah, prince Aisen entered and the bullet landed on his shoulder. "Aisen!" Alpha Jake screamed. He was boiling in rage Bellamy tried to run but Alpha Jake used his dagger and threw it which pierced inside her stomach immediately, she screamed when she saw the dagger in her. "Rest in hell Bellamy!" He exclaimed and took the gun and started shooting her till her body pieces. His guards came and carried Leilah, Aisen and Alpha Lucas to the car. Well, that was the end for Bellamy, she died there. * *Back at the palace*

Thea cried as she flung her arms around his neck and sobbed onto his shoulder. “Hey darlin’ it’s not your fault, it wasn’t you besides, did you forget I’m immortal?” Thea pulled back to see Bellamy grinning at her with a raised eyebrow. “Oh gods, yes. Shit yes, I forgot…wait.. what do you mean it wasn’t me? I was feeding from you and…and you stopped breathing!” Thea choked on another sob as the fresh memory of Bellamy’s lifeless body on the floor flashed through her mind.

She doesn't even know the passcode of the phone. "I'll have to accept the fact that I'm now Madam Cora but, how did I die?" She asked herself again as her eyes closed slowly. Since she was weak, she dosed off. . . Bellamy was in the CEOs office, threatening his life. The CEO knelt on the floor, shivering in fear. Bellamy sat on his seat, with his legs folded. He has been silent, ever since he stepped into the hospital. All activities has stopped in the hospital. He didn't care if anyone dies due to lack of attendant.

The once-powerful mogul was barely recognizable—sweating, trembling, eyes wild with terror. He wasn’t a king. He wasn’t a god. He was just a man. A coward. Camilla approached slowly, the night wind tangling her hair. Bellamy’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. “Camilla—listen—we can make a deal—” She knelt before him, calm and unshaking. “No,” she said. And she drove the hilt of her knife into his throat. A clean, final blow. Bellamy gurgled once, then slumped, blood soaking the dirt.

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.

This time, their faces were filled with gratitude. "Professor Callahan, thank you. If it weren't for you, our children would've died in the lab explosion. We almost misunderstood you. Thank you so much!" The stark contrast between their current gratitude and their past fury left me momentarily dazed. Meanwhile, Gregory handed all the collected evidence to the police, who then made it public. … The next time I heard about Bertha and Owen, they'd already been burned to death. This time, it was Devin's parents who did it.

“You’re fine. Bellamy…he is dead, right? Or did you banish him?” The Beta snorted. “Dead. Took two of our good guys with him too.” “Nearly three.” Pete glared at him. “He’s dead - dead though. Pulled him into pieces. Bel wasn’t as good of a fighter as he thought. He was good at ordering others. A one-on-five fight, he would lose every time. It was just a matter of how long it took.” Nodding, I patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t pop up again.”

It was almost comforting, in a way. "How on earth am I still alive?" I whispered, my mind racing with dark images of some mysterious ritual. Maybe it was just the disorientation, but time seemed to freeze in the room with Gray. "Hey, is Bellamy—" "Bellamy is gone. The body was cremated last night, and the ashes were laid to rest," Nereus said, his voice steady. Tears of relief spilled down my cheeks. Bellamy had been a nightmare. I could handle Gray, Jonah, and maybe even Hugo, but Bellamy was a whole different level of awful. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Alex catches her elbow before she collapses, steadying her with an arm around her waist,don’t listen to him babygirl. She shakes her head. “And now?” she asks Bellamy, voice thin but unbroken. “Now,” he replies softly, “you sign everything back to me… or history repeats itself.” Alex steps fully in front of her, blocking her from Bellamy’s view. “Over my dead body.” Bellamy laughs under his breath, shaking his head like he’s watching children play war. Then the night explodes. Floodlights blaze on from every angle, blinding white beams cutting through .

"Because he’ll confiscate the first two. The numbers are already programmed. If you need anything, just dial. Damon’s doing everything he can to get you out. He’s… really happy about, you know." "Yeah," Bella whispered, tears streaming down her face. Then, in an instant, it happened. A bullet ripped through the man’s head, spraying blood across her face. She screamed, her voice raw, before everything went black. When she opened her eyes, Lucas was staring down at her. "Good, you’re up. His death is on your hands. Happy now? You made me kill him. If you don’t want more people to die, stop this. You’ll never see him again."