Romans & histoires Death Of The Justice League

Mine: Jace left Dylan’s feeling completely drained. It was brutal Dylan had not been in the training long with Matt, Matt would have shown him how to be a great warrior and leader. He was young and it killed him to see his father and mother like that. Jace told them that he died doing his duty and defending the pack. That if it wasn't for Dylan more deaths would have happened. It was the complete truth and Jace felt it in his chest. He wished he would have been there, maybe he could have saved Dylan. Jace flipped open his phone and dialed Zeke’s number.

Jenny's eyes opened in shock as she instantly felt her spine ripped out and her life force instantly drained and she closed her eyes and fell to the ground never to open it again. "Noooooooooo!!!!!" Zeus and Seun screamed in unison Seun ran towards Jenny and checked her pulse but felt nothing. She is dead and Seun knew it. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he sobbed quietly while holding her lifeless body in his arms. He thought about her parents back at Crovic city, he remembered how he had assured them of her safety. He dissapointed them. "I have caused enough damage here, that's should be enough warning to you all not to meddle in my business" Greg said and his body disintegrated into dus

He moved without question. Ryan convulsed, choking, eyes rolling back. Blood foamed at his lips as his body seized. Moments later, he lay still, dead. Mouth open in a silent scream. I didn’t feel victorious. I felt justice. But justice always leaves a mess. I turned to the guards. “Clean this up.” The room spun faintly as the adrenaline drained. I steadied myself, eyes locked on Ryan’s corpse. He died without telling me anything. Just a waste of time.

She further added how severe her punishments were whenever Leo was around. I heaved out a loud sigh, followed by a faint smile. "If that's what you're worried about, then be at ease, Stella. Both Lucas and Leo are gone; they've been killed by Siege, and there's no more chance for the Silver Moon Pack to be revived as an entire pack. They will definitely be under Siege later on," I replied, placing my hand on her head as I softly ruffled it. Her eyes widened out of surprise. "W-what? Lucas and Leo are dead?" She gasped, refusing to believe me.

It lingered even after losing her son. After days of mourning the heir’s death, she might have felt better after mutilating Jasmine. On that gruesome day, Sianna scared the shit out of me. I never knew that she had that grim reaper side in her. Even Duke was taken aback. Furthermore, Vance ensured that everyone who had conspired in Chloe's scheme was dead. Justice was served. Wasn't that enough for our Luna? “I’m sorry, Luna.” I hunched my shoulders and tilted my head conspiratorially with a lopsided grin. “I’m just doing my job.”

However, Jay was over. The thorn in my flesh was gone. It was revealed the next day that Jay Merlot was killed by his enemies whom he had wronged in the past. But by the evening, the whole kingdom was abuzz with yet another startling piece of news—Jewel Jones was found dead by suicide. The cries of the Luna Queen reverberated throughout the South Kingdom.

"Valerius owns the sky. He owns the streets. But he doesn't own the dark." Jack grabbed a piece of charcoal from the ground. On the concrete wall of the sewer, he drew a symbol. It wasn't the Sterling Lion. It was a crude, jagged circle with a line through it. The symbol of a cracked lens. Or a breaking world. "From today," Jack announced, his voice gaining strength, echoing in the tunnel. "Jack Sterling is dead. The billionaire is dead." He looked at his reflection in a puddle of water. The man looking back was dirty, bloody, with eyes that burned with a cold, violet fire.

“You do not set foot on my land and lay hands on anyone under my protection. You do not speak against the sacred mate bond. You do not threaten my pack and expect to leave breathing.” He turned to Luke, voice lowering into something more intimate, respectful—but no less lethal. “Luke. Your call. Their fate is in your hands.” Luke stood tall, his eyes burning—not with grief, but certainty. “They’ll never stop. Not until they destroy Max. Do what needs to be done, Alpha. I trust you.” Caden nodded once. “Death it is.” There was no ceremony. No theatrics. Just justice. Caden moved forward, grabbed each of their heads—one massive hand to each skull—and snapped their necks like twigs. The sound e

Lucas stared at him, realization dawning too late. Richard shifted Annabelle gently in his arms and straightened, his voice turning cold as steel. “Lucas, by order of the underworld court, for breaking the sacred code — spilling innocent blood, betraying the brotherhood, and defying the law of our own — you’re sentenced to death. Effective immediately.” Jordan gave a short nod, signaling the men in black who surrounded Lucas. Richard didn’t spare another glance. He turned and walked out, Annabelle still trembling against him, her fingers clutching his collar.

Lucas shifts the conversation from work to beliefs, the change almost imperceptible, like the glide of silk over skin. "The system fails the vulnerable," he says, and I can't decide if he knows my secrets or just my fears. His voice drops lower, inviting me to share more than I'm ready for. My instinct is to pull back, but the invitation is too tempting. I edge closer instead, careful not to give too much. "Justice is a luxury," I tell him, offering my own view, wondering if it reveals more than I intend. My wolf stirs uneasily, caught between wanting him closer and pushing him away.