Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

A smile adorns his face upon seeing her. "Mom, where are you?" He whispered as tears streamed down his face. The only two people who cared about him, aren't with him any more. Darius lay motionless, his injuries remained untreated as his breath came out in small breaths, his heartbeat slowing down as he succumbed to his injuries. ——— Jade dreamed glimpses of Darius' life, and what he went through to end up where he is today. How hours after dying he was revived, as his vampire side which was dormant for eleven years of his human life came through.

he said as he stare out to the water “I’m not going to ask again, who are you?” I asked fiercely “I’m Darius” he looked at me with a side eye and my mouth dropped in surprise. Darius was a rogue Alpha, whose mate betrayed him like Karl did to her. He rained down hell on different packs who dared to cross him. He spread fear anywhere his name is mentioned. His nickname ‘The black death’ describes how his wolf is, black and deadly. Fear gripped me, I couldn’t fend him off by myself. A lot of people tried and they met a glorious exit.

My fingers raced across a slim, encrypted terminal, linking the Vesper protocols into Zero’s remote proxy network. Across the room, Malakai stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, entirely bare from the waist up. The cold daylight caught the brutal tapestry of scars tracing his shoulders and back —souvenirs from corporate takeovers that had been fought with lead rather than contracts. He was holding a secure phone to his ear, his deep voice dropping into that quiet, chilling cadence he used when he was ordering the liquidation of an enemy’s assets.

They also took the dead pack member's body for proper identification. Damien assembled all important war personnels in his study so they could talk about the way forward. "They are obviously calling for a war, Alpha Damien and we're supposed to give it to them." One of his pack soldiers said, making everyone agree with him. Damien knew that a war would mean numerous deaths and he didn't want anyone dying because of him or these stupid rogues. He didn't want a repeat of what happened years ago. He didn't think he could bear it if anyone from his pack, child or adult lost a life or a loved one. He knew how bloody it was the last time and he would rather kill than let anything of that sort ever

A woman on the sidewalk cried out as she recogonized her daughter who had been eliminated two years ago. When the video ended, Higher Up #1 was dead, a bullet straight between his eyes. He was slouched over, not moving, the person next to him squirming to be free. "If you still have compassion for these monster tyrants, how about the times when they used the tax money for whatever the hell they wanted?" she asked, and papers fluttered from the sky, each person grabbing one and reading through it. Cries out outrage rang out, and it was silenced when the sound of the gun was heard. Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Elder Tarus, now chief elder Tarus, Tessa's adoptive father, said. Zeke turned towards Darius who was leaning against the wall, his hands crossed across his chest. “Just wow! I would never had imagined that a day would come where I, Alpha Darius of the BloodCraw Pack would be stripped of my rights to visit my own pack, where the nephew I had raised would turn against me just because of the spoken words of some women and some forged documents that no one is ready to look pass.” Darius chuckled.

A glaring exclamation mark appeared. Clara had already blocked me on WhatsApp. When I returned home, the apartment lay in complete darkness. I did not turn on the lights. I walked straight in and sat down on the cold floor. If I cried in the dark, no one would see, right? I opened several bottles of alcohol and drank recklessly, trying to drown myself, hoping the numbness of liquor would dull the pain. Clara hated the smell of alcohol on anyone. In front of her, I never smoked or drank.

Someone walked out of the doors in a dark cloak and glided right infront of Darius as soon as the figure stood infont of him they spoke, "Darius of the witches council, you plead guilt of several crimes against one of your own. I proceed that this is a sentence of death by injection." Everone held their breath as the machine started ejecting a fluid through Darius's arm. The whole time he kept his eyes on me but he was losing the battle against the fluid. Darius's body started going slack and his eyes started to close his last moment that he was alive he reached his hand slightly towards me and it was my turned to look him in his eyes and gave him my own smile.