Death Laura Thalassa Novels & Stories

Laura shouted, trying to make herself audible over the commands that flew in the air. "More water!" "Needles here!" "On it!" "We need to stitch." "Blood!" "Here!" "More blood!" "On it!" "Hurry!" Dizziness swayed Delice's step and Laura rushed to her side so she wouldn't slump. Her infected hand dangled lifelessly by her side. She was turning green, looking even more lifeless than a vampire should. "You are dying." Laura's voice trembled. She was the less injured one in this situation and at that moment, she wished she had been the one taking Delice's place instead.

Ophelia and Thea commented before getting back to their killing. Amber closed her eyes and commanded a few of the living dead. "Freeze" instantly they are frozen on the spot. Both Darius and Lucifer burned the living dead who are frozen. Lucian hypnotized the living dead to kill each other. Thea and Amber trapped them, Darius and Lucifer killed them. Ophelia is movements are lethal. Her aim, her speed, and strength are incredible. At one time both Lucian and Ophelia fought beside each other. Lucian looked at the woman beside him, moving with grace and flexibility, he couldn't stop himself from commenting.

Reporter- "It has been reported that Laura Sanders, a famous journalist and lawyer who moved to Blackwool from New York was found dead in a bathtub at her house early this morning at eight am by her daughter, with cut wrists and drowning in her own blood. The police strongly believe that it was a suicide as there is no evidence of homicide." "Fuck!" I curse and turn off the TV. The whole room is silent to the point you can hear the sound of a pin drop. "That's Marisa's mother, right?" Jonathan speaks. "Fuck." I run my hands through my hair. "Yeah." Of course her death is on all the TV channels, Laura was a very successful woman who was well known in New York and places in the united states.

Cassey stole in those words, maybe because she had sensed the talk was gradually getting tensed with me and Laura. Laura for a couple of seconds, and turned to her. Gova was the goat who sniffed the poisoned rose flower I fetched Laura, inhaled the poison and died. But it was a wonder to hear, Laura was still mourning her. “Not really, Cassey, but I do remember many times.” Laura’s voice was the cold voice of an emotionally derailed patient. Gova was her best friend, and was never my target, but her carelessness bought her the death she was not meant to die.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

The same walls that witnessed my death minutes ago, the same halls that three years ago opened to the girl who shattered everything. I descend the stairs slowly, Damian’s hand still wrapped around mine. The pack is already gathered, eyes bright with curiosity. They greet me cheerfully—ignorant, innocent. Their Luna. Their beloved. Dorothee stands to the side, leaning against the banister with her usual easy grin. My heart seizes. My best friend—alive. She beams at me, teeth flashing, unaware that in another timeline, she died in my arms, blood soaking my dress as she fought to protect me from Rosalina’s schemes.

Laura said to her. “I know and I promise that I would stop trying to bring you back. I promise that I would wait until you are ready to come back” Louis said to her, tears rolling down her face. Laura wiped her tears with the back of her hand and smiled at her but that was just before her eyes grew jet black and she growled. Louis knew that it was her time to let her go. She drove the knife into her chest. There was a loud shriek and that was it. She was gone again. Xavier gasped back to life and Louis ran to him. She looked at him and knelt beside him.

“During the short period of Laura Vasquez's freedom, she likely committed murder and we intend on using it against her as soon as we get concrete evidence.” Alessandro's brows furrowed in confusion. “Murder? Who could she have killed?” Inhaling shakily, I gripped Alessandro's hand tightly. “She killed Mr Thomas. I don't know how she did it but she confessed to it through a text message that she deleted.” “What?” He exclaimed. “When did she send the message? Was it today?” “She sent it on the day of Mr Thomas's burial,” I sniffled, as the whole thing hit me for the umpteenth time that day; Mr Thomas was truly no more because of that crazy witch, Laura.

Laura answered on the second ring. “Hello?” Laura’s voice didn’t sound that upset. “Hi, Laura. It’s Blair. You know, the allegedly dead woman whose funeral you attended today?” There was a long pause. “Blair, what the hell is going on? How are you... I mean, we saw you...” “Die? Yes, well, reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.” Blair’s voice was ice cold. “I don’t understand—”