Death Of Will Turner Novels & Stories

“M-Mom is that Uncle Achilles!?” My eyes suddenly shifted to the television, it was a flash report that suddenly came in. I could hear my heart start beating so fast. “The suspect in the killings of 1023 people has turned himself in, Ares Coleman. Last week he was reported dead along with Achilles Coleman, due to an accident, when they fell into the cliff and the car exploded with the impact.”

A single tear rolling down his cheek before he collapsed back onto the bed, lifeless. "No,no,no,no." The news anchor’s voice filled the silence. “Zared Williams, known for his innovative contributions to technology and his efforts towards hi company, was pronounced dead at 10:47 p.m. Doctors have confirmed that his death was caused by the disconnection of critical life-support machines. Despite being close to a full recovery, it appears Mr. Williams made the decision to end his life. What the doctors are calling an apparent suicide."

"What's wrong with you people? Did I say anything wrong? It's her fault—selfishly surviving while refusing to help her sister!" "Stop! As you wish, your eldest daughter is already dead." Mom was stunned for a moment. Then disdain flickered across her face. "What are you talking about? Did she ask you to—" The nurse's fists clenched, her gaze sharp as flint. "We're not heartless enough to joke about life! Your eldest daughter bled to death in the hospital! Are you happy now?" The smirk froze on Mom's face. Dad, who had just caught up, stood rooted to the spot behind Mom. Then, his fingers went slack, and the phone slipped from his hand and shattered into pieces.

"If there is an afterlife, I will recognize you the moment I see you. I will protect you with everything I have, never let you cry, never let you be cold, and never let you suffer another injustice." He closed his eyes. Panicked, I reached for his hand. "No, Carlo, don't! Carlo…" The instant our hands met on the gun, a single shot echoed through the quiet room. It was as if I had fired the bullet that killed Carlo. … The Vesta family held a grand funeral for their heir, burying him alongside his fiancée. A new line had been added to the gravestone: Carlo Vesta 1985–2023 He went to find the bride he had lost.

' Serena, stripped of my support, went bankrupt. This was her intended ending anyway, so I felt no pity for her. As for Lark, without the abilities I bought for her, she died at the hands of her stepmother. The system was ruthless to the core. Before she died, she told her she was only good with the gun because of the purchase I made. Her lips moved, but she never managed to even say the words, "I'm sorry." Still, I no longer cared for their apologies. Finally, the system transferred my last reward. Two billion.

CHAPTER 6 – Shay I was sent the job to kill you. Kill you. Kill you. The words kept racing around my brain. Who would want to kill me? And since when did Will become a gun for hire? I was nobody—less than nobody. “There must be some mistake,” I said, shaking my head. “Who would want to kill me? The only person with the slightest incentive would be Andrew and he is in prison.” Will cleared his throat. “Andrew was killed two days ago in a freak accident in the state penitentiary.”

One word from his mouth and I felt my heart rate rise. “What about him? Did he try to contact Uncle Hunter or Daddy?” “No, Sophie. He did nothing of this sort.” “Then? … Please tell me…” “He is no more.” Rowan turned to look at me. “What?” I felt my breath hitching in my chest, “What did you say?” “Colter is no more, Sophie. He is dead!”

“Thanks, Captain.” Will hung up the phone and sunk back in the chair. His head fell into his hands, and he took a deep breath. “What’s wrong?” Emma asked, having heard only one side of the exchange. Will’s reaction worried her. “My uncle is dead. He was murdered in his house and there is talk that I did it.” “Oh no!” she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “What’s going to happen?” “I don’t know.” Will looked up at her. Her eyes were wide with fear, filling him with irrational anger. She was safe now. Nothing else was supposed to put her in fear anymore. Why did the world insist on putting her in danger?

I continue chasing behind the creature while Will stops to examine the form on the ground, near the giant tree roots. Another werewolf from our pack is dead but he died bleeding out after we found him. That’s what we told his family but the truth was; Will broke his neck to end his suffering. And the creature vanished in between the trees- faster than anything I’d ever seen. Faster than us wolves. It occupied me until dawn. Then, covered in the blood of the fallen pack member, I storm through the pack grounds, my steps heavy with fury, until I find myself at Jax’s door.

he informed me, accepting the tea I offered with a grateful nod. "Looking for me?" I laughed softly, the sound hollow and empty. I stirred my own tea, watching the leaves swirl. "I'm already dead. What does he want with a ghost?" The Beta—Kane—shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "He refuses to accept your death. He's been to your old clinic at least a dozen times, interrogating your former staff. He's tried to contact all your former friends and colleagues." A flicker of unease passed through me. "Has he found anything?"