Cad Bane Death Novels & Stories

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Finally, I was free of her. Even though I'd been reborn, the memory of how she'd stabbed me to death in my previous life still haunted me. At the time, that same man had stopped us, speaking humbly as he asked us to do him a small favor. At first, I was going to agree, but the moment I saw it was a USB drive, I refused without hesitation. Seeing that I wouldn't budge, he tried to appeal to my emotions. "Miss, please help me out. This USB contains confidential company information. We need it tomorrow!"

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

It's been a week since the accident, and Theo shows no signs of waking up anytime soon. The positive to all of this pain and suffering, is that we're finally rid of Bane. Theo finally got rid of him. It was decided to burn the body as well, just in case. Bane's mate lost it when she truly knew that Bane was gone. We decided not to end her but she went insane in her cell. Having lost your mate will do that to you. Towards the end she just gave up. No one knows how she did but she slit her throat. Upon finding her they found her laying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, smiling. Ever since Theo's eyes closed, my wolf hasn't spoken to me. I cry to him everyday, begging and pleading for hi

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

He killed my future. There was blood all over his face ... I couldn't look anymore. I was just praying he would kill me faster. NOWADAYS..... I knocked on the door and entered my boss's office. "Finally." he said as if he had been waiting for me for hours. "What do you have for me?" I asked immediately. "Sit down." he waited for me to sit down and pulled out a folder of documents. "This information is about a very dangerous man." he handed me the folder. "His name is Richard Valentino and he is an Italian assassin and arms dealer."

It was clear they wouldn't remain alive for much longer. Kane abruptly declared, "By the order of the successor, Benedict Hoover has lived as a hero among men, and it should be reflected in his death. Orpah Tigre and Colt Marshall shall accompany him on the road to hell!" "I'll kill you!" Benedict roared. Understandably outraged by the death of his Four Fighters, he lunged forward, his hand shooting toward Kane's throat.

"No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that." "I wish it were a lie too." Connor took a step forward into the room, followed by the patrol officers. "That's why I looked into everything connected to her death." Vivian looked confused. "Then why have you come to me?" "Because you're directly linked to her death, of course, Vivian," Connor replied. "Or should I call you Lina Craw?" He watched as her pupils contracted sharply, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, how old were you when your father, Alistair Craw, died?"

He goes rigid from head to toe. Standing in front of us are Baylee and May. I feel Caden’s fear spike. He’s terrified she’ll be disappointed in him, that she’ll look at him differently after what he’s done. Baylee’s eyes travel up his body slowly—from his blood-soaked boots to his gore-covered chest. He reeks of wolfsbane and violence. Regret stains every inch of his expression. “Did you kill him, Caden?” Baylee asks brightly. His head snaps up. He cocks it to the side, confused by her reaction. “Um… no. He’s still alive,” he says, barely above a whisper.

Maddox said in our mind-link. “Dad?” Instead of opening Cade’s, I reached out to dad first. “Just passing through. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine. We are putting people in the quarry and bugging cars on saturday. Alpha William died. Luna Breanna lost her battle with cancer.” I know dad heard me, but he was quiet for a few moments before he answered me. “Damn. I’ll be at the funeral and I assume Cade is going to the quarry?” “Tatum?” Cade grabbed my shoulders, but I pushed him away and closed my eyes.