Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

I was thankful that things went the way they are. “You are okay, Aurora. They would pay for what just happened, and Mattia is dead. You just need to breathe, okay?” she told me, her tone assuring. I nodded, looking at the place where Leonardo and Mattia were. Dante had called men to come and take their bodies without getting the cops involved, using his power as the D’Angelo Capo. And now, all that was left was their blood which they were currently going to clean.

Irrespective of her ploy to make me cave into her demand, I stood my ground that none of his family would ever lay eyes on his body. Darius’s body was burned and his cremated remains were scattered in a waste dump. Marcel had enforced a law in the pack for no one to ever mention Darius’s name. His name was a taboo in the pack. Ezra’s death left us scarred forever and when it felt like I would never get over his death, Marcel helped me get through it. It was hard at first but when we welcomed the birth of our beautiful baby girl, Elysia, the cloud of darkness slowly vanished.

“Do you think… if I wasn’t who I am… if my life wasn’t like this… she would still be alive?” Dashiell exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “No…” Cassius didn’t look convinced. “You don’t know that.” “I know you,” Dashiell replied firmly. “And I know you would have done anything to protect them. You did everything you could, Cassius.” Cassius remained silent, the glass in his hand tilted. “You would have been a great father,” Dashiell added. Cassius let out a slow breath, his eyes closing briefly.

I had nothing left. "Soraya!" Darius shouted. He ran toward me and caught me before I hit the ground. His arms wrapped around me and held me up. "I got you," he said. "I got you." "I am so tired," I whispered. "I know. Just hold on okay?" "Is he really dead?" "Yes. The Patriarch is dead. You killed him." "Good. That is good." My vision was getting blurry. Everything was fading in and out. I could hear voices but they sounded far away.

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

His body crashed onto the concrete floor. Aaron stood there, breathing heavily. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Yet his eyes looked even wilder. "You know what's funny?" Darius slowly pushed himself upright. Aaron laughed. "Lily died." Darius froze. "I lost Ivy." The laughter became even more unsettling. "And then Dante died too." The name immediately caught Darius's attention. Aaron noticed the reaction. Then smiled. "I know about that." Darius began to realize something. Aaron had investigated everything.

He believed his standing as the kingdom's top-ranked scholar, personally commended by the crown, and the weight of the Renworth name would be enough to give Stellan pause. He could not have known that Stellan was already so besotted with Daphne that nothing else mattered. To bury the scandal of elevating his mistress and destroying his wife, Stellan ordered his men to ambush Everett on the road. They killed him and left his body in the hills like an animal. Everett endured over ten years of grueling study. He was first in the royal examinations, hand-picked by the king himself. He was a mind brimming with promise, and he had a future without limits. Yet, he was dead before he turned 30.

“Come while you watch how perfectly you were made for your Daddies.” She shattered again, screaming their names, body convulsing between them. Nico and Dante followed with guttural roars, flooding her pussy and ass with thick, hot cum. They didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, they lowered her gently to the mats, staying buried inside her as they held her close. Nico kissed her tears. Dante stroked her belly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “About my father… about pushing you away.” “Your father is dead to us,” Nico said quietly, steel in his voice. “He’ll never touch you or our child again. We’ll make sure of it.”

I scoffed as I placed Aaron on the bed and stood up. “No, Darius,” I argued. “We need an army. Deirdre is the scorned Luna of a pack, just in case you’ve forgotten. You know firsthand what the soldiers of Tyrell’s pack can do, and if she can turn them against us, which I’m sure she can and will, then what do we have to defend ourselves with?” I saw him considering it and nodding. “And her father was a bounty hunter. One of many. I was the only witness to his murder. We escaped, Darius. How do you think it makes us look to the other bounty hunters now that we’re out and free while one of them is dead?” I asked.

His vision dimmed, and he realized that his time was short. "Elara," he managed to whisper, struggling to get the words out. "I'm coming." With one final, shaky breath, Draven closed his eyes. He felt his life slipping away, but he held on tightly to the hope that he had saved her.