Romans & histoires Dead Darrius

He killed my future. There was blood all over his face ... I couldn't look anymore. I was just praying he would kill me faster. NOWADAYS..... I knocked on the door and entered my boss's office. "Finally." he said as if he had been waiting for me for hours. "What do you have for me?" I asked immediately. "Sit down." he waited for me to sit down and pulled out a folder of documents. "This information is about a very dangerous man." he handed me the folder. "His name is Richard Valentino and he is an Italian assassin and arms dealer."

Although there was little he could do, because he always thought about her. Darius considered keeping the fact that he was still alive a secret, but he reminded him that he not only represented the hybrid to Zander, he was also Daniel Ranlone to the rest of society and it was not good to fake his death because no one connected him with the dangerous creature inside him. Only Zander, outside of his family circle, knew he was the hybrid and sooner or later would find out that he was still alive. So he decided to return to his life as a human, while planning with his father the way to take revenge once and for all on that miserable vampire.

He swore to himself he would do as his uncle said. ******** Darius and one of his men dismounted from their horses when they arrived in the forest not far from the hut where Grover and the others were. “My prince, why are we stopping here? We must immediately tell the others about Lester's death. Their troops must be heading here by now to kill us,” he said in a panic. Darius walked closer to him with a smile on his face and stood before him. Darius suddenly took out his knife and stabbed it in his heart. He stepped back while holding onto his bleeding wound before he fell to the ground.

he ended his comment with a mockery laugh and Darius joined in. "Yes, my mate is an omega and I am very proud of who he is. His status, however, doesn't change the fact that he is Ryker Starrk." I rebelled confidently and their laughter died down. As I added, "Right now, what matters the most is, we stop Derrick Marshall while we still can. We don't want history to repeat itself. We will perish if we sit with our legs crossed." "That's impossible..." Darius revolted. "Nothing was recorded on Derrick Marshall. They were both killed by the goddess. We would have known if he was still alive."

I relay Darren’s words. “Kill me, it won’t make a difference. Watch your back,” Darius spits his last words. Before he has even finished taking a breath, Max has extended his claws and, with pure strength and speed, rips out Darius’s throat. He kneels beside him and strokes his cheek and holds his hand as Darren lets out his final whimper. “Rest easy brother,” Max whispers, a tear running down his face. “Everyone, you are dismissed. I need some time alone to overcome this sadness. I will meet you at the evening meal where we will feast and run under the moon together, as one,” Max speaks out.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

“Petrov’s team confirmed it. Darius walked out on Cassie’s mother when Cassie was five months old. Never looked back. Two years later, her mom married Elijah. And you know what happened with him.” “I killed him,” Bain said flatly, remembering Volkov’s war. “Yes. But Darius… he’s not some washed-up coward. He’s been in Valeria’s pocket for years. He’s the one who’s been recruiting assassins to eliminate Cassie. And the baby.” Bain stood, the darkness in his eyes suffocating. “She doesn’t even know him,” he whispered. “She’s never even met the man who wants her dead.” Just then, the door creaked open—Ryder.

staggering towards their bed,,she dropped heavily on the bed. clutching tight on her gown.. she sniffed loudly. No doubt,,her husband changes towards is because of his brother's condition. Darius Love his brother Louis and she can swear that the love her husband had for her isn't up to the one he have for his dear brother.. Louis is his only surviving brother... the only surviving Rucker Slayer. His 2 brothers died from mysterious disease. leaving Darius with his only Brother Louis... and he love Louis with his whole heart.

“What's happening?? Why are people gathered outside? Why is my father lying lifeless on the floor and not welcoming me home?” Amara's cry intensified, but before she could speak, the alpha stepped forward. His tall figure cast a shadow across us. His usually unshakable expression was grim, and for a moment, I thought I saw guilt flicker in his eyes. “Miss Elara,” she started, hiccuping as she tried to steady her voice. Then she continued to speak. “Beta Darius is dead. Your father is dead.” “No!” I screamed loudly. “That can't be!”

For a long time, no one did. The lake was still. The cavern was quiet except for water dripping from the broken ceiling, and Isla breathing against my side, and Ruby sobbing into her father’s chest. Then Jace exhaled. Loud. Like he’d been holding it for years. “Is he—” “Dead,” Caelan said. He was standing over the body. He nudged it with his boot. No reaction. “He’s dead.” The words didn’t land right away. Dead. Darius Vale. The brother who lived for three hundred years wanting to be a god. Dead on a wet rock with his own heart three feet away from him.