Canserbero Death Scene Novels & Stories

Her space was brief and lost since her thoughts were coiling together. On the other hand, Kane Helmond watched Cesar's dead body, lying in front of the house when he returned home after admitting his brother to the hospital who was shot by Zac earlier. He fell on his knees and touched Cesar's lifeless body. The ones vibrant face was now battered beyond recognisation, torn buy brutal cuts and covered in deep bruises. His skin was cold, stiff, already surrendering to death. It was to horrifying to look at, even for someone like Kane who had seen far too much.

he told her. If only Dante knew how much a role Camilla had played in the death of Ferrante, he wouldn't call her innocent at all. Camilla thought to herself. Her room door opened, it was Geremia. "What is it?" Dante asked him. Geremia looked like a frantic mess. "the….the...the" he stammered trying to talk. "Breathe Geremia, in….out" Camilla told him as she tried to calm him down. "The light which indicates Valerie's life force has gone off, nothing is showing Dante, I am afraid that he is dead" Geremia said.

(Cassian's POV) Name of deceased: Sera. Cause of death: Drowning. Time of death: Three days ago. I stared at that thin slip of paper, my fingers shaking violently, out of control. Derek stood before me, head bowed low. "Alpha... that night, this is what I was trying to tell you."

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."

They could no longer hurt me. At some point, Ethan had come out of the study, standing beside me and tightly gripping my hand. The blood stained Alina’s skirt as her eyes widened, slowly collapsing. The scene descended into chaos. Luke was already gone. The reporter, speaking into the camera, reported that the paramedics had arrived, taken Alina on a stretcher, and sent her to the hospital. The Alliance Channel was especially busy that night. The reporters followed them to the hospital, broadcasting live updates on Alina’s condition.

" This is good, Bernie. Now be a good boy and excuse me, would you? My brother and I have some private business to attend to." Bernie bowed at me and quietly left. He didn't even give Umberto a second glance. Umberto was yelling at the top of his voice. " Hey, Bernie. Come back here! Don't leave me here with him. Guards! Guards!" " Don't bust your lungs screaming for help," I said. " Your guards are all dead." Umberto lost colour. " Dead?" I sipped my drink again. " Yeah, they're dead. I killed them all."

"Sarah Kane is dead." The words hit me before I even stepped through the penthouse doors. Marco stood in the foyer, his weathered face carved with grief, his tablet clutched in his hand. Behind him, the television played silent footage of the church. Smoke pouring from shattered windows. Bodies being carried out on stretchers. And one body, covered in a white sheet, being loaded into a coroner's van.

Emily was trying to knock some sense into him. "Then what am I expected to do, Emily?" Leo bawled out angrily. "Do you have another way out?" He heard her sigh. "Well, no. He's definitely already in hiding and finding him will be like finding a needle in a haystack, especially with Carmen dead." "What?" Leo blurted out in confusion. "Oh, of course, you didn't know. Carmen died earlier today. She was shot by an unknown gunman in a park." Leo blinked, turning from where he stood as he sank in the information. "So she was killed, then."

With that, he strode toward Tyrone and said with a hint of anger, "My master asked me not to kill you, but he never said anything about breaking a limb or two. I'd think twice if I were you—" Before he could finish his sentence, Cameron suddenly felt as if his life was flashing before his eyes. The next moment, his whole torso spun rapidly in mid-air like a ping-pong ball. His body fell on the ground with a loud thud, his eyes staring wide into open space. That was it—everybody knew instantly that Cameron was dead and that he had died an untimely death.

A beat passed. Then he touched my hand. “You still sure about coming with me?” he asked. I gave a crooked smile. “I loaded my own gun this morning, Kane. I’m not backing out now.” His eyes warmed just slightly. “Good.” We turned to face the screen again. Diane’s bio faded from red to black. A silent death notice. No mourning. No tribute. Just… deletion. “What do we do now?” I asked. Kane’s voice was low. Resolute.