Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

“Darius ended him. I didn’t believe it either until….” “Until I saw it myself.” The deep voice at the doorway made me jolt. Davis stepped inside, his expression as grim as I’d ever seen it. His eyes lingered on me, then softened briefly before hardening again. “I returned only yesterday, but even I know about it. It's been spreading like wildfire. The news is real, Kiara. Kael is dead. Darius struck him down.” “No…” My head shook faintly against the pillow, the tubes at my arm trembling with the movement. The room seemed too small, airless, and my chest too tight to contain what I was hearing. “No, that, that doesn’t make sense. Why would he….”

Justin asked “Exactly what I mean. Darius didn’t die. I didn’t kill him. Somehow, he survived and my father kept him hidden for a while, until two weeks ago” Damian explained “That definitely doesn’t make any sense to me. Darius was alive all this while and he didn’t reach out?” Justin asked “He couldn’t. My father kept him locked somewhere and when he finally decided to bring him out, he killed him I’m front of Annabelle” Damian said “Why would he do that?” Justin asked

He yell out. "Who died and made him Alpha?" Darius jokes. My smile turns into a look of defeat, as the image of Darius lying lifeless in the bed with a hole in his chest plagues my mind. "Shhh... I'm sorry Farfalla. I didn't mean it like that. I shouldn't have said it."

I roll my eyes but still let him carry the box. The cribs are later assembled on a quiet afternoon. Caspian and Zavian work together while I sit nearby, one hand resting over the small curve of my stomach. They argue about which screw goes where, consult the instructions twice, and somehow manage not to kill each other. When they're finally finished, both of them step back. For once, neither says anything. I look at the cribs, then at them and something catches in my throat. I turn away before they notice.

"Well, he didn't make it, whatever he was. He was trapped by the car in the riverbed and perished before anyone could rescue him. A shifter might drown. No one knew. From all I've seen Darius and the others do, you'd think they were indestructible enough to survive a stabbing, drowning, or club to the skull and emerge with only a headache. That is, until one of his group did something that caused Darius to rip their throats out. Never did anyone stand up from that.

"The warlord. I'm looking for him." He stared for a second, then burst out laughing again. "You really are drunk, aren't you? How many bottles did you steal from the cellars?" My throat tightened. "What do you mean?" "Darius Venn's been dead for centuries," he said, still smiling. "You only hear stories about him now. They teach his tyranny in schools. You must be new here if you don't know that." His words slammed into me, dull and heavy. "Dead?" I repeated. "He just—he just killed me moments ago."

The pack needed me strong. When the battle finally ended, the sudden quiet was almost worse than the noise had been. We waited in tense silence, not knowing who had survived, who had fallen. Then Darius appeared in the doorway of the gathering hall. He was covered in blood. Not all of it his own. His tactical vest was torn. A gash across his arm was healing slowly. But he was alive, Standing, Whole. Relief hit me so hard I nearly collapsed. "We drove it off,” he said, his voice rough from shouting commands. He found me in the center of the crowd and walked straight to me. He stopped, jaw tight with grief. “We lost three warriors. Marcus is injured. And we still do not know what we are fighti

Darius was not moving, but I had to get rid of him first. “Darius McCallister from the Land Of The Dead.” With that, I moved away from him. “I, Hazel Pratt, of the Blood Moon pack…” His eyes widened, as he knew what I was about to do, but he didn't move. He simply watched me with spite. I was truly his mate, seeing how he really didn't want to hurt me. I went on, “...mate to King Darius McCallister of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Darius McCallister, from the Land Of The Dead, as my mate. Let the land bear me witness.”

"Standing at that spot, I was waiting anxiously for the moment when Murphy would strike because he was the only one who we were waiting for, and coming in disguise was not going to be easy, but he had assured me that he knew his way around and that he was going to make it work no matter what. "Now look at the both of you in such a slow state: the most admired alpha of the pack and his luna, who everyone thought was the best in the world. You were so adored, Jessica, and they worshiped Ryan, who you stood beside. Alas, now the both of you are going to be dying side by side, and I'm not going to be dramatic. I will just go straight to the point; however, there is something I want you all to kn

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”