Dead Dr Strange Novels & Stories

“Drake got caught up in a fight with a bunch of men who ambushed the station, hence how he died.” “You don’t seem surprised about anything?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the man who shook his head. “Who do you think hid the story about the Lycan who ran through New York City nearly a year ago?” He asked, looking down at Elena who looked away from him. “I should have left the case to you when I knew that you were going to handle the job right. His life was taken by a demon, and that is something that we can’t change now.”

To provide companionship for the deceased members of the Azure Dragon family, he wanted each and every one of them to perish. … I flicked a mocking glance at Dray, who was 'unconscious' on the stretcher. 'How did this jerk's acting get so good?' Now, look at this fool, acting as if he would die even with a single touch. With one arm hanging off the side and touching the ground, Dray was laying on the stretcher with his eyes closed. He'd be an excellent choice for roles in films that require dead characters. With all of the blood on him, any scene would be terrifying.

Fernanda's question carried a weight of curiosity, and I felt her closeness as a reassuring anchor amid the uncertainty. I nodded slightly, acknowledging her unspoken inquiry. "Yes, sort of an ally, I guess. He's the son of Alpha Aaron. By the way, Alpha Aaron is dead. Draxler killed him." The weight of the revelation hung in the air as I shared the news, a heavy truth that cast a somber shadow over the room. Fernanda gasped, her hands instinctively flying to cover her mouth in shock. The impact of the revelation rippled through her, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. It was a visceral reaction, genuine and unfiltered.

Power stabilized, flowing freely without hunger. But the field wasn't silent. A guttural snarl rose from Draven's corpse. His body twitched, violet light reigniting in dead eyes. Rogue magic, unbound by death. He rose on shattered limbs, fur matted black, ribs exposed but knitting with dark threads. The true rogue alpha, spirit fueled by ancient curse, refused the grave. Pack gasped. Thorne shifted fully, hackles raised. "Draven lives?"

I signed my name, Elena, with a strange sense of calm. After dying a gruesome death in my past life, I finally saw the truth. This man, the husband I had loved for years, had a heart of stone. He did not love me. He did not love our unborn child. Fine. I was done holding on. I would grant his wish and disappear from his world completely. I shoved the waiver back at the stunned staff member. Ignoring the glint of malice in Lily's eyes, I walked to the edge of the platform. The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss.

I grabbed the slightly sticking gum strip, pulled—AND HOLY FUCK. Twenty amps of electric shock blasted through my body. My hair stood up like a cactus. I nearly blacked out. Before I could react, Dre was already filming, cackling like a maniac, snapping pictures, and—yep—posting it in the pack group chat. He. Is. So. Dead. “This is gold!” he laughed, shoving candy into his mouth. “What the hell are you doing here?!” I growled, still twitching. “My wolf was restless. I got bored. So I sprinkled salty water in my eyes, wailed about missing you, and Papa Draven talked to your mom. Boom—I’m here.”

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

And with ease, he took over that Lightning which Stacy has send to him. Then he redirected it to where some of the Rogue wolves where. The loud sound of lightning boomed striking there, now much powerful than what Stacy had send. The wolves all quickly whimpered, jumping and scattering away from that area. “What are you,” Stacy shouted in unbelief. With an evil smirk Drakes quickly extended his hand to the once heir of the Warlock kingdom and drained away, taking all her powers. “Mom,” Ariel screamed in panic, not wanting her mother to die.

He was grateful for my support in this. Derek returned to Mr. Cunningham's side. "One stab in the eye should do it." "You can do it, Son." The words came from my father, surprising the hell out of me. At that, Derek lined up the filet knife and stabbed Mr. Cunningham clean through the eye, letting the blade go all the way in. Mr. Cunningham stopped fighting and lay still. Everyone released a heavy sigh in unison. I glanced down to see how Mrs. Cunningham was doing, but Mrs. Cunningham looked strange and extremely pale. I searched for her pulse but found nothing. Mrs. Cunningham was dead.