Dead Darrius Novels & Stories

I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back. He doesn’t seem to notice. He’s staring at the scene in front of us. The hallway is empty, and the door to the first dorm is open. Inside, two students are on the floor, their bodies twisted and broken, and blood seeping from beneath them. The floor is speckled with blood, the smell sickening. I hold my breath, but it doesn’t help. I wince and look away. “Do you know them?” I ask, still not looking.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

And as I stared at him all I could see was my little wolf all grown up. Darius stilled for a moment before walking over, taking the seat across from him. “It is,” he said gently. Aurelian studied him like he was trying to confirm the truth in his face. “You died,” he said bluntly. Darius didn’t flinch. “I did.” “And then you came back.” “Yes.” Aurelian frowned slightly, processing that in the way only a child could.. accepting the impossible because he had seen it happen. “I helped,” he added after a moment and there was no arrogance in it. Just… quiet certainty.

“Look, whatever this is, you got the wrong guy. I don’t know you people.” The man stepped off the bike and crouched in front of him. “No, Damian,” he said. “We know exactly who you are.” Damian froze. “You’re a patch with the Dead Revenants,” the man went on. Damian’s stomach turned. He couldn’t deny it. “What do you want from me?” he asked carefully. The man smiled without warmth. “Name’s Dez. I’m president of the Brotherrrs of Steel. We’ve been watching you.”

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

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.

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.

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.