Craster Death Novels & Stories

But he should’ve been thanking the four clovers and shooting stars for his luck; because most of his men weren’t so lucky to have lived past the explosive traps set by the Scott and Scotty. VV’s life flashed before his eyes back to his childhood when pleading for insanity for his courts would not be a viable option. It was a short, unfulfilling and unneeded change of pace for him because as he emerged to the rubbles of the broken building trampled on the ground; the remains of a score of the foul smell of their dead fowl pheasants that got cleaned up; and the already-gone brother; he only had one thing to say. “I fucking hate twins,” he muttered while trying to get up from his presumable bro

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

Their agonized roars followed. "Lindsey! Don't you dare!" "No!" "Come back!" In that instant, I could see their affection meters displayed vividly before me—teetering close to zero before skyrocketing to 100%, as if propelled by some explosive force. It was too late to make any difference. I lifted my wine glass high and splashed the crimson liquid straight into their faces. "Game over, losers!" I spread my arms wide and, amid a chorus of screams, fell backward into the dark, endless ocean. Like a red kite suddenly severed from its guiding string, I was instantly swallowed by the waves and vanished without a trace.

I argued, walking to the left part of the road where the sun seem to be shining less. "I haven't." He replied flatly and I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm telling you now. If I die, it's your fault. My ghost would take revenge." I informed him, shifting my weight from foot to foot. "Fay! Stop it already, I'm laughing so hard right now, oh God..." He trailed off, wheezing sounds could be heard in the background. "You won't die, guy." He stated after getting his voice back. A glare covered my face as I tried so hard not to splutter. The people walking before me glared back at me cause they thought I was glaring at them, some just walked by, pretending as if a weird girl wasn't just directing her de

Ambrose's blank expression twisted into a wicked grin, despite the vein popping in his forehead and his white knuckles that held the rope back from his throat. Rhae grinned wickedly in response and held out her hand, still covered in white flame. Icran's face fell with the fire that dropped to the ground. He watched it form a flaming trail that melted the concrete. Before he could react, it reached his feet and enveloped him. With a feral scream, Icran was finally ashes. Gone. Dead. He was dead. It was over.

“You’re trembling like pups waiting for scraps.” One elder—a fat man with sweat glistening on his brow—cleared his throat. “M-my Alpha… what brings you such joy?” Carlo’s lips curled. “Alpha Kadel of Crestmoon… is dead.” For a second, silence. Then—Gasps. Wide eyes. Shock rippled through the room. “Dead?” one elder whispered. “Impossible—he was strong—” But then Carlo chuckled again, slow and dark. And just like that, the shock broke.

"We save lives every day. Cassandra’s death isn’t on you. She was murdered, Krystie!" Lucian stood slightly behind them, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. His dark eyes softened when they landed on Krystie. He stepped closer and placed his arm on her back protectively. "It is okay sweetheart. I'm here with you. I'll help you to find the real killer, I promise!" Krystie’s lips quivered, but no words came. She felt haunted after watching Cassandra's life slip away just before her eyes. This wasn't the first time he had watched a person die, but Cassandra's took a toll on her.

I wanted to claw that man’s eyes out with my own nails. But he grabbed my arm with force, dragged me to the room, and the key turned in the lock with a click that sounded like the closing of a coffin. “You will stay here,” he said, his voice calm, cold, terrible. “Until I decide what to do with you.” “And Tristan?” I asked, my voice failing. “He will come back. He will find you. He will…” “Tristan is dead!” Cassius stared at me, his eyes icy, without a trace of doubt. “The explosion killed him. Carbonized. Unrecognizable. It will take days to identify the remains.”

Kriss growled, coming to Razka who tried to stop Kriss’ attack but he also went too far. “Sacred Demise.” Placing all his powers in his . A white light began to emerge from Kriss, reflecting his powers. His sword pierced through his skin smoothly. For punishing him, Kriss used his extreme powers to end its life, eliminating it into nothingness, leaving only embers from his body. Not anyone could bear the impact of this attack like Zadicus did. Killing Razka for hurting Juniper. Taking both of Katastrofi’s guards using their ultimate spells.

Hazel stared at me, her eyes trembling. "I-I will leave," she stammered. I smirked, stepping away from her, adjusting my robe. All that occupied my mind was checking on Zelda. **** After a hot shower, I encountered Carter, his pet snake draped around his neck. "Alpha, there is a crisis," he stated, his expression grave. "What kind of crisis? What is happening?" I hurriedly inquired, maintaining an unwavering gaze. "Tracy is dead," Carter revealed. "Dead? What do you mean she's dead? What happened to her?" I exclaimed, stunned by the news.