Novel & Cerita Blitzo Mom Death

"What else?" "She almost seems normal, really." "Almost?" Blaze echoes, asking what it was that made her stand out. "Something strange happened to her parents when she was about eighteen," he reads, pointing to the spot on his screen with the information. "Her parents just... dropped dead." "They died?" Tino asks, leaning forward to read. "How?" "A car accident," Bryce answers. "Their breaks, they just magically stopped working, it seems. And no one could figure out why."

"About what?" "Theresa Blaze." Leo dropped causing Florence to pale. "Who are you?" Leo looked around. "I'm pretty sure you can figure that out yourself." He looked back at her. "Your mom's death, do you know who killed her?" Florence shook her head. "My mom was just involved in an accident." "No. You're really not smart. He probably made sure you weren't in that aspect. Your mom was killed, Sasha." Florence let out a shaky breath looking around in fear. "Who the hell are you?"

“How did they die?” I hardened my heart and repeated the most heart-breaking events of my life mechanically. “My dad, Jonathan Hensley, was a member of the Red River Pack. He died in a car accident while transporting weapons during a war. And my mom, she died in a car crash too. She saved the Alpha couple of the Moon Howler’s Pack in the accident, but couldn’t escape from the fire. The unexpected explosion of the fuel tank was the reason for her death.” “Cynthia was burnt alive?”

I said, "Stop it, Mom. It's my engagement party tonight, so can you just please—" But before I could finish speaking, Mom quickly shoved the food down Lawrence's throat, as though she'd been seized by something. The moment Lawrence swallowed the food, a look of terror appeared on his face. He then ran toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, smashing into the glass and jumping from the 18th floor of the hotel we were in. Just like that, my fiance died right in front of me. Chaos erupted at the scene. Lawrence's parents grabbed Mom's neck, demanding she pay for Lawrence's death with her life.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After Mom died, Dad became infamous. Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

I stepped over the gear and stopped in the doorway. Bastian was by the fire. He was filthy, hollow-eyed, one arm strapped against his chest, still in his climbing layers. Mom was shivering in the chair beside him, gasping as a pack medic worked on wounds that looked like they should have been tended by Ellie. And then there was Dad. Standing in the middle of the room, leaning on his cane, staring at Mom with wide eyes and an ashen face. “—there was nothing anyone could have done,” Mom was saying softly. “The mountain came down on her, Terence. She was gone before anyone could dig through.”

"Hold on, brother! I've got you!" But it was too late. Blaze's eyes fluttered closed, and his body went limp. Sarah screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "NOOOO! BLAZE! NOOOO!" Rafael held Blaze's lifeless body, his own eyes filling with tears. "No, brother... no." Diego sneered, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "You're next, Rafael. And then, Eva." Sarah's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with grief. "You killed him... You killed him..."

Once your father killed Caelum's parents Lazaro pinned the fighting among the families on Moore. Lazaro looked to be the hero at that time, but I knew the truth. Bolzico was the one that ordered the hit on your family Caelum. With your family's and Moore's blood lines erased it would give Bolzico, Lazaro, and Sandro all the power.

Because whatever made him look like that… must be really bad. Dad doesn’t sit. He doesn’t even blink. His voice comes low and sharp, like a blade pressed too close to bone. “Someone took them.” He doesn’t need to say who - my heart stops. “Your mom and Sophia. Right from in front of the bistro. No one saw a thing.” He says, his fury seeping through every word. “Six of our men are dead on a sidewalk - and no one saw a fucking thing. Your mother’s Rolls Limo was found torched in Henderson. But them? Gone.”

Elliot shakes his head, his fingers curving around the handle of his gun. His face pinches together as if he has so much to say, but is staying silent for me. Until he doesn't anymore. "Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" He's not the only one looking for answers. "Me too. Mom said you died in a motorcycle crash. Drove your bike over a mountain ledge one night." She hadn't said he'd been drinking, but I've filled in the blanks for myself as I aged.