Carl Grimes Death Novels & Stories

“Funny is it? This will be your death day if you disagree with what I’m aiming for.” “I never agreed with you in the first place.” Tata Carpio seems to know what will happen next. “I know that death will chase me someday, and maybe… it’s time.” “Not yet. Not yet.” The Boss chuckled. “You’re too excited to see, Kuya Carlos.” “He died?” His expressionless eyes widened. “You didn’t know. Years had passed already. He died in the explosion. Poor Kuya Carlos. If only he sided with me, that would never happen to him.”

"Is this it? Am I just going to end up like this...?" Tears came flowing down his cheeks as he remembered his grandfather. There was a loud thump! when his body reached the ground. But he couldn't move. Nor feel. He felt numb. His vision was starting to get embraced by the darkness as images of his life flashed before him. "Is this the end?" He heard footsteps and raindrops touching his face. And then, it was all black.

The unexpected news froze him in his tracks. "Amidst our investigation, we've found that Darryl was responsible for the death of Rogart. Not only that but he was also seen colluding with demons. His betrayal to the Godly Region cannot be left unpunished and we simply cannot turn a blind eye to his wrongdoings. It was decided today that we shall get rid of the entire Carter family including Darryl," Grunt continued. "What?" All the disciples of the Carter family were shocked. Suddenly the atmosphere grew tenser and Grunt's aura alone had left a toll on everyone.

I could see the worry in his eyes and I knew the fight was worse than what I was being told. Why? Why couldn’t Eli just have accepted that I didn’t want him the first time? Why did our kind have to fight to the death over every fucking thing? My heart was breaking as I crumbled to the floor and Carl caught me. He held onto me while I cried and we waited for news of the fight. I almost had a heart attack when Sebastian’s voice came into my mind as he informed me that Eli and the hybrids were finally dead. Carl picked me up bridal style and in the blink of an eye, we were going down the stairs two at a time.

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

The air in the interrogation room seemed to freeze after the video ended. Ashton, who had been trying to talk his way out of his predicament, suddenly fell silent, his mouth falling open. He thought he hadn't left a single trace when he sabotaged my car, but he failed to take into account how advanced modern technology had become, recording everything that he did. "You were willing to murder your own cousin just because you wanted a corpse. You were going to sell me for 100 thousand dollars to buy your marital home." The officer slammed his hands on the table and leaped to his feet, glaring at Ashton furiously. "You're sick in the head!" he shouted.

he informed me, accepting the tea I offered with a grateful nod. "Looking for me?" I laughed softly, the sound hollow and empty. I stirred my own tea, watching the leaves swirl. "I'm already dead. What does he want with a ghost?" The Beta—Kane—shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "He refuses to accept your death. He's been to your old clinic at least a dozen times, interrogating your former staff. He's tried to contact all your former friends and colleagues." A flicker of unease passed through me. "Has he found anything?"

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

Carl laid his head back on the chair he was seated in and went to a sardonic laughter. "I know that man. He would never let us even lay a finger on her and you're still counting on your plans. You're an impotent useless bastard who doesn't know either...." The words of Carl were halted in shock when a knife hammered into his stomach. Blood came out spilling like a stream from his belly. "You bloody asshole, you tried to kill me when all these years I did everything you told me to do?" Carl sneered, going hurt.

“How did I kill him? Easy, a bit of poison here, and several mercenaries who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. While discussing my marriage to you, I got your father to drink with me, thus poisoning him, then my mercs came and did most of the work.” My jaw clenched as I stared at him. “Most of the work? So they didn’t kill him?” “No, I wanted to give the old man a chance since he was after my father-in-law,” Carl said with a sneer. “So I told him to hand over to pack to me, publicly approve of our marriage, and I’d let him live.” Carl’s face darkened, and rage filled his eyes. “He refused. So I killed him, and since he was so weak, I took my time,” he said, then described in detail how