Craster Death Novels & Stories

RAVENNA ~~~~~~~ ♤♤♤♤♤ “Well, that was a total waste of time,” Drake said as we made our way back home. “Not a total waste. At least we were able to warn him.” I busied myself with my phone when a text from Zypher came in. Zypher: Lucian Sterling is dead. His funeral is tomorrow, and you have to attend. Alaina has gone shopping for some dresses for you. Lucian Sterling was dead. I didn’t know if to be happy or sorry for him, but good riddance, right?

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

How her mom would support her in front of her Dad even though she did a bad thing. "I killed her!", Kaylee said "I deserve to die too, why is it so hard to die?", she said in between tears. She cried hard until she fell asleep with bags under her eyes. * * *

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

She hadn’t signed the Death Contract because Brayden backed her into a corner. She hadn’t signed it because he had threatened her job or her way of getting by simply through blacklisting her access to jobs that would pay her bills. She hadn’t been getting by in years. She hadn’t been living in years. She had simply been existing. She didn’t sign because Brayden had revealed the woes of her parents. She used those things as excuses so she could feel sorry for herself all over again. Her feet drummed on the moving pad beneath her as she came to a realization that she signed her Death Contract because she had long ago annihilated her self-esteem.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

Cassandra was already bleeding profusely from her nose and her eyes, Krys spell brought excruciating pain as it was effective. "What the hell did you see?" She yelled, fighting against the shackles as I backed away. "There's no way you'll win this war, Cassandra. Much to my delight, your end is closer than you think," I voiced, turning to the door. "I will end you, bitch. I'll fucking kill you," I paid no mind to Cassabdra's words. “You should cherish the breath in your lungs Cassandra, because soon it will be your last." Krys said to her lastly, placing back her spell in order before finally leaving the dungeon.

"The way he died doesn't feel right." This statement made Rozi and Marissa realize that something was unusual. Throughout their journey, they had seen many corpses, most of which were lying or in a prone position. Crutcher's posture was different. He was hunched over with his chin resting on a rock, staring up at the mountain. It was a most unusual position.