Dally Didn't Die A Hero Novels & Stories

By the time the first news bulletin hit the air, I was already on a private jet bound for Seattle, my new identity in hand. When I landed, my new steward showed me the news from New York. The front page of the New York Post featured a photo of Vincent, the unshakable Don of the Castellano family, soaking wet on the banks of the Hudson, hunched and broken, as if all the life had been drained out of him. His consigliere stood beside him, helpless.

Alaric's secret—I knew. The first day at the training ground, when I saw the mark on his arm, I thought I'd imagined it. How could the Alpha who'd saved the entire werewolf world be in decay, just like me? But then I noticed Alaric disappearing for half a day every few days. Diane assumed it was border business. She never asked. She was too busy building her "Luna" image in the pack to actually care about Alaric's whereabouts—as long as he was still the Alpha, that was all that mattered.

I pretended not to hear him and focused on breathing evenly, as if asleep. He laughed softly and adjusted the wide straw hat over my face. “Chloe,” Don Shaw said quietly, “you can’t keep running forever.” The courtyard fell silent again. Only the wind. Only the distant hush of water beyond the cliffs. Just as sleep began to pull me under, his voice came again—calm, almost casual. “I just received word. Zane Carter may have discovered the staged death.”

But fortunately, a shred of reason remained in me. I did not hesitate. I did not turn back. Sitting in my car, replaying the piercing scenes from tonight, I trembled uncontrollably. I pulled out my phone and still sent that message I had contemplated for so long. [Clara, starting today, let’s part on good terms.] Before pressing send, I could not help recalling everything that had happened between us over the past five years. But everything ended today. The message failed to send. A glaring exclamation mark appeared.

Dante moved at the same instant. He didn’t dodge. He didn’t retreat. He advanced. The hallway lit with muzzle flashes as Dante emptied his clip into Dale without hesitation. Shot after shot after shot — controlled, efficient, merciless. Dale went down. Hard. The feed shook, then steadied. Silence followed. My ears rang. I stared at the screen, my hands numb, my chest hollowing out like something vital had been ripped free. Dale was dead. My father’s executioner. Killed in seconds.

She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going. "Becky the daredevil!" Steve chanted excitedly. That was her name, and she was proud of it. Steve looked at Becca and Demitri, smirking. He then whispered something into Kendra's ear. Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice.

Ngunit sa kahandaan n’ya sa pagdating ng araw na ‘yon, ay nakakilala s’ya ng isang istrangherong walang paki-alam sa buhay ng iba – ang lalaking seryoso, tahimik, walang kaibigan, at kailanman ay hindi makitaan ng ngiti sa kan’yang mga labi. Sa pag-krus ng kanilang mga landas, matulungan kaya si Isabela ng isang matamlay na istranghero na matupad ang lahat ng nasa Dying List n’ya? O s’ya ang tutulong dito, para makita nito ang makulay na buhay sa mundong kanilang tinatapakan.

“In the hospital… he all but told me. He stepped up and took my father’s place. He took my place, while I was sedated in that bed. We never stood a chance that day. He set everyone up. He is the reason my parents are dead. I should have known when only they lost their lives that day. It was targeted.” I say seething. My fists are clenched so tight my knuckles are turning white and I have to reign myself in to keep from clawing myself through my palms. The tears welling in my eyes are threatening to spill and I will them to stay in their place. Nolan has a hand on the small of my back, the sparks dancing along my skin like a calmingly delicious jolt of comfort that tingles all the way to my h

Overwhelming despair instantly washed over Alessio. He kept denying the truth because he couldn't accept the fact that he had personally caused my death. He whipped his head up, staring intently at the director in front of him as he said in a trembling voice, "Impossible! It can't be! The doctor said she was just malnourished, and she'll be fine if she gets plenty of rest!" Seeing Alessio fall apart, the director said hesitantly, "I'm not sure about the details. It's possible that the doctors were in too much of a rush back then and missed her actual condition."

Making sure his eyes meet mine. “He was a hero who died doing the one thing that guarantees his legend will live on Wade.” “He died because I was weak.” He says softly. “Kane died saving his best friends and his alpha. He died because you were ambushed. He died because of circumstances outside of anyone's control. You are not weak, you are just worth dying for. Do you not get that yet? Wade, you inspire loyalty unlike anything I have ever seen before. And it's because you care this much.”