Beth From Walking Dead Death Novels & Stories

She began to think back to when she used to live alone. Before meeting Brayden on the elevator that fateful day, she rolled her eyes at the thought of that day. However, prior to Brayden she used to come to Gino’s quite often. She missed it. Even still, She missed Brayden more than her life without him. She had always thought of the Death Contract as some sort of a curse but now that she was done with it she wished she wasn’t. Meredith sighed and took a swig of a local IPA and finished up her meal before she headed home for the night.

She eventually dropped out of school and died of depression. Meanwhile, the true culprit, Owen, took my place and became the youngest professor in the university. My wife, Bertha, completely ignored our daughter, obsessed only with her first love, Owen. A week had passed before our neighbors noticed the stench of Leah's dead body. Thinking of it now, I felt as though my heart were bleeding. How could Bertha treat Leah, the daughter I cherished so much, that way? The two of them leaned against each other. Bertha was still trying to persuade, even threaten, me.

Simultaneously I saw Beth puked mouthful of blood and said “Our Omen family had lasted more than 100 thousand years, even if I die or get killed… they will come to look for you women Dragon…. be aware you cannot keep her for yourself for longer time…. they already knew a there is women with nine witch spirit…. and they will do anything to conquer her… she will be slaughtered in our han……” Beth was not able to finish her statement when all of sudden she clutched left side of her chest and fell down from her chair and on her knees in front of us… and before I could understand anything we saw Beth puked more and more of blood mixed with some green colored slimy liquid. “Wha… what… is happening?

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."

When we arrived at the house mother asked us to take her to their room at let her rest. Jason and I each poured a glass of dad’s bourbon and toasted him before plopping down. We sat in silence sipping on our drinks. What a fucked up day. Jason finally looked up from his glass. “Mia, what will we do? What will you do?” Truth was I didn’t know, but I’d have to think of something quick. No way I was going to be Alpha Austin’s Luna and watch my brother suffer. He had trained for years to be the next Beta. And all because I wouldn’t date the son of a bitch my father was now dead, my family and consequently Jason’s title of Beta was revoked, and I would be forced into a torturous arrangement.

I questioned, looking way at the back to see if I’ll spot Dean. But no sign of him! Angry, I asked Thelma, “Is he standing outside waiting for me to specially invite him inside?!” “LISTEN!” The sorceress sparked, silencing me with her tone. “Your Beta isn’t outside nor can he come to you. Dean… He’s dead.” “What?” My heart skipped at Thelma’s report. Dead? What is she talking about?! “You heard me well, Alpha. Your Beta was found Dead in the woods. Someone or something got to him,” she delivered the news one more time, causing my heart to sink with horror. This is terrible! Dean is dead? How did this happen?!

She looked back one more time ,found out that he was no longer following her. The cool night breeze was the only consolation in her situation. She saw light coming from a far distance. "Please help me .."That was the last thing she said before fainting. When i opened my eyes i was in a room. "Why do i always end up in a room."Beth murmured. "I see you have woken up."The man said. "Let me go." "Is that what you say to someone who helps you." The room looked like a motel, the lights were not too bright making the room look like an interrogation room.

Beth's eyes widened in fear, and I stepped closer to her, lightly running my fingers through her hair as I listened to her heart beat faster. "I know how much you wish and even dream that I die. It was entertaining for a while to see you try so hard to please me in bed while wanting me to die the most painful death possible, but biting me? Be grateful I didn't kill you." Beth immediately lowered her gaze to the floor and stood up. "May I go?" she asked without looking at me. "Yes." When Beth opened the door, before she left I said, "Almost forgot—call Jane for me."

After I heard Beth's despairing scream, I tried to rush into the dark room without a care, but Grandma had come out and pulled me back. The client left with satisfaction, and Grandma sent me on another errand again. I hurriedly set off, assuming Beth was very unwell. When I came home with the herbs that Grandma had requested, I found Grandma digging a hole in the back of the mountain. Beth's lifeless face peeked out from the pit. Beth had died a sudden death, and Grandma buried her without any explanation.

Classes began and all through the two boring hours, Beth continued to frown her face, she didn't smile during the jokes and even when we were at the cafeteria, she didn't speak to anyone else except from me . What exactly is happening to Beth?. "Hey, Did you hear about the news?". Lola comes over to our table and she tells us about the incident that happened in the forest . A man was seen dead and it has been recorded that he was attacked by an animal , in my head , I hopped it doesn't have to do with a werewolf.. While we were having a conversation, Beth excused herself, I asked her where she was heading too and she said, she needed to go back home...