Bellamy Death The 100 Novels & Stories

Joshua threatened Bellamy in front of the entire Donquite family. Bellamy hated Joshua to the core! “Grandpa,” Locsin exhaled, understanding Bellamy’s anger. “This isn’t up for discussion. Joshua Decker must die! He must die!” Bellamy coughed. Alas! Locsin was disappointed, she had been testing the waters but she did not expect Bellamy Bella so badly. “Did you hear what I said?” Bellamy’s bony hands clutched onto her. Locsin was at a loss for words. “I...”

Bellamy looks like he’s been punched in the gut. “My Shifters…” He trails off and Dr Dae glares at him. “You wouldn’t be blaming the girl now would you Alpha, because we all know that the child can’t be held responsible for what those monsters made her do. Besides, it should be a comfort to know exactly how they died. It would have been quick and completely painless. Faster than falling asleep.” She promises him. Bellamy sighs and without a word grabs me and pulls me into a hug and drops his head onto my shoulder. He squeezes me tightly for a second before letting me go when Dr Dae clears her throat.

“ Bellamy grinned evilly. “ You should have stayed dead. " “ And you should have stayed in the dungeon awaiting your judgement." “ I was never going to let myself rot in the dungeon and die off like Beatrix. " “ Die off?" Bellamy chuckled. “ More like you killed her. " “ What if I did? I needed food. " “ So you became a carnivore and a witch. " “ I could steal your powers right now. " “ You could but you can't." Bellamy smirked evilly as she raised her hand.

Never in a million years did I think I'd end up in a dungeon being tortured by a psychotic bitch that cannot take rejection. "What was that?" Bellamy asked with hands circling her ears as if to try and make it what I was saying. She was mocking me."Please" I said gasping for hair as her grip on my hair got thighter "Oh poor little baby wants to go home, how cute. You just don't give up do you. You are like a cockroach that has been beheaded and have refused to die. Accept it Amber you will die here""I will not!" I squeaked out again holding on to the shread of hope I had. I don't care with Bellamy says I will get out of this place alive.

Bellamy seemed to have zoned out and quickly shook himself awake when Ariel turned to hold his arm. "Tell her, either she brings back the medal, or she is out of your life," her tone shifted. The broken voice she used bewildered me. "What? No!" Bellamy grunted at her, narrowing his eyes in her face as she continued to shake his arm. "Why not? That man's mother and father did something to our mothers, Bellamy. I don't even know where my mother is. Maybe she is alive, or maybe she is dead," her eyes moved around swiftly, and with every word she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

Mandy sobbed more. "Ramsey! what are you? are you undying or something? Why do people always die your death? Why? Why? And now I've lost my Bella because of you." Mandy wept, "Don't worry Bella, I'll avenge your death, every single cause of it—Starting from Cain." After a while, the inspectors, the doctors and Dwight stepped in—Mandy was still crying when they arrived.

Darkness. A heavy, endless void. Then voices broke through it. “Get away from her, Theron! Step back!” “Hold him down! Inject the sedative now!” Bellamy barked over the rattle of heavy chains. “Talia, clear the perimeter!” A deep agonizing roar tore through the darkness. “Her heart stopped, Bellamy!” Devon shouted. “The monster killed her!” “She’s not dead, Beta,” Bellamy replied sharply. “He pulled back before his fangs broke the skin. A Lycan cannot mark a dead soul.”

"The corridor is secure. The morning-shift capo reports to me. Nonna Carmela cleared your plate at dinner, and the household saw, and the household understands what that means. You are under my protection now, and my protection is not conditional, and it is not temporary, and it is not a bargain I am making with my uncle or with anyone else. It is a choice I am making, and I am making it now, and I am making it because the page you handed me tonight is the truth I have been waiting for since Palermo, and you are the person who handed it to me." I reach up and press my hand over his chest, over the two folded pages beneath his shirt, over the place where his heart beats steady and slow. The p