Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

It was still dark in my room. I grabbed my red silk robe and covered my night dress. When I opened the door, I was shocked to see Fely crying. "F-Fely? What happened?" My heart pounded in my ears. "Oh god, Talianna! Sir Darius is dead! His lifeless body was found on the shore!" I stared at her in shocked for a while. I was not even sure if I have heard her right. I gripped on my chest. "W-What?" I whispered in pure shock.

Darius Blackthorn. I had buried the memory of him deep, locked it away like a bad fucking dream. But now, because of her, because of Aria… “No.” I shook my head with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You are the one in trouble. Because when Darius comes—scratch that, when three of her mates come—you will explain to them that you made an unauthorized transaction within the pack with a dead man.” “Theo's dead?” Maren’s eyes widened impossibly.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

A man was lying on the bed without any sign of life as Dax was next to him, eyes red. ‘Damn, I’m too late,’ thought Darryl. The man had passed away. Darryl thought to himself, ‘Wait, Dax said the person he rescued was a stranger. Why is he so sad?’ He walked over and asked, “What happened?” Dax let out a long sigh. “A legendary hero just left us. However, those self-righteous, mediocre assh*les are still alive!” His eyes turned red. Darryl was slightly confused. Dax smiled bitterly. “Darryl, take a guess who this person is.”

“What really happened that night?!” Darrius’s smirk didn’t falter. He tilted his head as far as my grip allowed, voice raspy but calm. “That night… I’d just finished a little murder and was leaving when I witnessed an accident.” He paused, savoring my reaction. “A truck flipped. And at that moment, someone walked out from the driver’s side, pulled out a phone, called someone, and said—” His smile widened. “‘It has been done, Alpha. Mr. and Mrs. Ridges have been killed.’”

King Hadrian came, frowning deeply at Darius, motioning to the person to start the court where his punishment shall be decided. “Name?” They asked Darius. His head was hanging low. Failing to look up, curling his hands in a fist as I kept glaring at him with my watery eyes. “Darius Alfonso.” His cold tone came out. “Status?” They asked him again strictly. “Alpha of the Scarlet Moon pack.” “Crime?” “Cold blood murder of Jax, head of the hunters.” I growled to find this look of emotionless on his face, having no regret of staining his hand in Jax’s blood.

he mutters but he drops to his knees and I watch as his life fades from his eyes and he crashes to the ground. Reaper screams at me YOU BITCH The truth was, I was never planning on killing Christian, I had been dead set about having them both in my life, but as soon as Daryl told me he was coming I prepared myself.