Death By Meeting Novels & Stories

“We cannot eliminate any possibility yet.” Hearing him say it made my stomach twist. Zach himself. Those two words shouldn’t have existed in the same room as us. Dead men didn’t attend secret meetings. Dead men didn’t move through western canals with masked people, leave murder scenes behind and then reappear weeks later like ghosts who had unfinished business. Unless they were never dead or the body was wrong. Maybe they had fooled all of us or Zach had fooled all of us. My chest tightened so hard I almost couldn’t breathe.

"So there's a party tonight at Xander's. You are highly invited." "Do you realize that someone is dead? Do you realize that people have been dying since last week? Do you fucking realize that at all?" She stepped back. "Uhm, isn't it a disease breakout or something?" "What? A disease breakout and you're fucking standing on your feet?"I looked at everyone standing and listening to me. "It's no fucking break out, get that? Someone is out there killing people and we're just living like today's going to be our last day. Did Henshaw know he was going to die that day? Did Mereba? Did Igor? Did the fucking bouncer know? Did Scarlett know she was going to meet her death today? Did my mother?!"

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.

I pushed open the door of a long hall where I'm perceiving my best friend's scent but I just realized I have interrupted an important meeting. All the rulers of the four existing packs were sitting at the table, discussing. My dad was there and he was stunned to see my state. Everyone is. Maynard who sat at the front chair get up on his feet at once to attend to me. He wrapped his arms around me so tenderly but I took no notice of his care. All that filled my mind was the pleading and lifeless eyes of my colleagues. " They are all dead May. I'm not sure but I think they are Dead. Silver was shot into their body, stuck into their vein and I couldn't do anything to help " I mumbled incoherentl

"What? I'm just saying, we can't exactly RSVP yes to the next meeting when we just murdered one of the elders in her own living room. That's like... really bad meeting etiquette." Alpha turned to face them, and Dante saw the full damage now. His brother's body was destroyed—bones shifting out at wrong angles, covered up in blood, his clothes torn and soaked. "Blood of Jesus!" eyes wide open "Killian!" "Let's go," Alpha said, his voice hoarse and rough. "We're done here." Peggy stood there, staring at Lady Eden's body on the floor, and then at Alpha. "Thank you," she whispered.

What is the meeting going to be about? Nothing. There isn't going to be a meeting.~ ~I don't understand. Your brother will die tomorrow and never make it to the meeting.~ ~... Is there a problem?~ ~No. ~What are my orders? Kill the unborn princess. Await further orders.~ ~Ok.

He took an envelope from the table in front of him and waved it at the camera. “The Family sent an invitation.” He said, “They want you to be present at the meeting.” “Space?” “The Spot.” “Noted. I'll honor it.” My brother's brows lowered in confusion. “You can't be serious, can you?” “Dead serious.”I replied. “You can't go, Brother.” James said, “When the Family calls impromptu meetings like this, someone almost always dies. You know that?” My brother was right. Hell, he and I had partaken in some of the executions along with me when we were much younger. Impromptu meetings called by the Family meant someone had done something grave and had to be punished for it.

The war between large packs and small packs becomes the first victims. “After meeting you that day. We were summoned again by Alpha Kent to perform, but that day he was not in a good mood, and we were not satisfied with everything we did. There have been four people beaten to death on the spot….” The girl choked, sobbing uncontrollably. “After that, a few people were brought here by him. They all died from exhaustion a few days ago; now, I am alone. But maybe I don't have much longer to live..."