Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

Isabella's POV I never believed that saying about your life flashing before your eyes when you're about to die. It always seemed cliché and stupid. But everything changed when I stood face-to-face with death, and my life replayed before me, both the good and the bad. --- One Month Later Xander Diaz, known as "the Draco," was killed in a shoot-out with the police. The most dangerous man in the city was gunned down. There has been no statement from his family, and the police urged citizens to celebrate this victory, claiming peace had been restored.

Hell, everyone was watching me hurl on the ground over a dead human. “She’s sick,” he breathed. Everyone had stopped but Darian was still fighting the Councilmen. When he saw what people were watching and I was drying my mouth with my shirt he ripped their heads off, pulled out one heart, and fought his way through the others until he fell beside me. My nose wrinkled from the smell of blood and I scooted away when Darian touched me covered in intestines and human remains. “It wasn’t low blood sugar, was it?” His voice was a dark warning, and he shook his head.

I dared chance a look at Valen and Alina because I wanted to see what she was made of to have pulled such a trick on a whole pack and she was as red as a tomato. “No way. There was no way her mother took her because she died!" An elder bellowed having forgotten his place and Darius gave him the creepiest smile I have ever seen. The smile was dark and sinister and I was sure that the thought of killing that elder had crossed his mind. “Are you calling me a liar?" Darius asked. Everyone in the werewolf world knew that Darius Wolfe was many things including a murderer because they all said that he killed his family but he was never a liar.

The stranger swallowed hard and glanced at Elijah before he gripped his hands together tightly and began his explanation. “My name is Darius. Damian and I are identical twins, but I am older by a few minutes. I thought he had died when we were eighteen, but it was only when a group of rogue bastards captured me in my own bed and dragged me into a warehouse that I discovered that Damian was very alive,” Darius looked at the floor as he spoke, his voice suddenly lacking all the command I had become accustomed to with Damian. Elijah stepped toward Darius, his face an expressionless mask. “You left the warehouse before me. I thought you had died.”

He didn’t want me dead. No, he had something far worse in mind. “I could kill you now,” he said calmly and calculatedly. “But where’s the fun in that?” He shifted back into his human form, pulling me up by the collar. I shifted too, panting, my body aching from the fight. He held me in place, his fingers were digging into my skin. “Do you know what’s worse than dying, Eris?” Darius asked, leaning in close. “Making everyone you love think you’re dead.”

DARIUS POV Two days. It has been two days since everything changed. I haven’t left the dungeons in these two days. I only know how much time has passed because Lucas comes down here and updates me on what’s happening around the pack. We had no casualties, despite several small attacks at the borders. We did lose Danny. One of our newest and youngest warriors on the squad. Apparently, Justin was able to sink his claws into that kid and got him so twisted. It pained me to kill him. It hurts me, even more, to know that Danny died, and Justin lived. I let Justin live.

Who did you see? She opened her mouth and uttered a name that made him shudder. "Darius." Mind reeling, Dominick froze. Since the day he buried it, along with the memories of treachery and violence, that name had not been mentioned in years. His voice was hardly audible as he declared, "Darius is dead." "He passed away years ago." However, Lisa's eyes met his, brimming with a fear that broke right through him. "No," she answered in a shaky voice. "He isn't."

He took a swig from his bottle, watching Darius do the same. They were quiet for a moment, watching the sunrise over the horizon. Then, Darius finally broke the silence, getting right to the point, “The Alpha is dead.” The news shocked him so much that he whipped his head to stare at his friend with wide eyes. “What? When? And how did that happen?”

It didn’t take long to understand why. The Solar Peak Pack Alpha was dead. Murdered. Darius’s father was gone. Killed by the most feared creature of all. The Night Alpha.

I turned around ready to walk out, but the man had one last thing to say. “Vargr, Jack mentioned Vargr. I swear I know nothing else. I swear.” He cried like a three-year-old who had been scolded for hiding. “I have heard of an Alpha Vargr.” Jonda piped up and that was all I needed. I turned on my heel now facing Darrius again. He sat there slumped, bloody and half alive. I could care less though. I had no sympathy for a man like him. I picked up the watch, thumbing the face, took a deep breath, walked up to him, extended the claw from my index finger, and pierced it right through the side of his head, through his temple. Twisted my finger and then retracted my claw.