Bulma Dies Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Darius glared at her. “No!” Beckham said as he sped to Esmeralda, but Darius held him back. Esmeralda pulled off her ring and she burst into flames. Watching Esmeralda die was among the worst things that happened to Beckham. Just when he thought he could have a purpose for existing, he's torn apart. “You killed her!” Beckham roared as he attempted to seize Darius' neck, but he twisted his hands, lifting him and striking him on the floor. He bashed his face and Beckham used his knee to kick him on his ‘jewels’ and Darius squealed away.

The woman in the bed let out a gasp, her voice filled with fear. Removing the knife, I drove it back into his stomach once more, causing his blood to spill onto my hands and face. "Why... love?" he managed to ask, tears streaming down his face. "Because I don't love you. I'm only after your kingdom," I coldly replied. I kept stabbing the knife into his stomach repeatedly, the bed now soaked with his blood. My sinister laughter filled the room, echoing loudly. The woman trembled in fear as she watched. Sebastian lost consciousness, falling off the bed and hitting his head, blood flowing from his body. I felt a rush of joy. His kingdom and army were now mine. Just you wait, Steve. I will kill

He may not live too long. “What happened to Fiona Bloomington? She was on the far end pole in the last combat,” I asked, hopeful. “I’ll tell you if you promise to kill me after,” he mumbled. Yeah right, what was he going to do if I lied? I nodded. “She threw herself off Ghost Hollow, it’s a cliff no one goes to. We don’t know she got away but her death killed our Beta. She was mate…” he whispered, as he began to gurgle blood.

Wondering if I had just made the smartest decision of my life. Or the biggest mistake. My phone buzzed. Another message. Another unknown number. But this time, the words made my blood go cold. "Congratulations on your engagement. Shame you will not live to see the wedding. The specialists found a way to bypass Dante's wards. See you tomorrow. Love, Bianca.”

His features were too calm but oozed the deadly vibes which was reserved for Velenoso to show. "You wanted to celebrate the worst day of my life? Huh! You wanted to celebrate the day I hate the most! My sister died the same day, Bella. She died in my arms today and you want to celebrate this tragic day!" Bella froze. His sister died today? She gasped, Her eyes wide in horror as she came to know about the reason behind his aggressiveness. She didn't even know He had a sister. Suddenly she felt bitter with herself with the idea that she wanted to celebrate the day He lost his sister. Though she didn't know, she could feel his fury and despair.

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.

It's okay, mum; everything will be fine; I'll take care of it," Dylan whispered as he comforted his crying mother until she fell asleep. He changed her clothes and put her to bed before returning to his room to process the new information he had just learned. Dylan continued to torment Athena after that day, despite knowing the truth, because it gave him a sense of control, but did Athena's mother truly die that night, as Amanda claims?

He sighed, "I get you, Damon was the same way when we lost our Dad, he killed them tho, but that rage hasn't gone, it's still there " I smiled, "I'm not Damon Allie, I'm more like a dragon princess,blow a few fire and I'm good ", he laughed. ."Alright Princess Blu, let's go kill someone ", he said and held my hand. i smiled, "Thank you ".

They just couldn’t leave me alone could they, my demons. Squeezing my eyes shut, the recent nightmare came flooding back. Something bad had happened and I hadn’t been able to stop it. Bloom was lying in my arms. There was a hole in her belly like something had yanked our pup out of her, a pool of blood around her throat. She was dead. I shook her but there was no response. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, and her skin was death-cold. Then I roared in anger and when I looked down again, it wasn’t Bloom anymore. It was Maria. Maria with an arrow deep in her chest like the day she died.