Death Parade End Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened. The room erupted again into anxious voices. “Quiet! Let them finish!” Alpa Grey commanded, immediately shutting everyone off. Grandpa Argus leaned forward, his voice grave. “As much as we wish this ended there, however, there is more.” More? “Seven packs have already been wiped out. Four in the west, three in the south. In each case, the Alpha and Luna were executed, their bodies crucified beneath layers of the dead people of their pack. Unfortunately, no adult or kid was spared.” Grandpa said, his expression aggrieved.

I stopped and felt my strength had left my body when I almost dropped to the ground and shivered. [Holly—] Evander’s jaw slackened when he saw what I saw. There, on the tallest mound of corpses, was a decapitated head speared on top of it like a trophy for display of glory. Dad’s eyes were open. Honey-brown eyes were glassy and empty and his lips were purple and his—

Conrad POV Even though the war was technically over, many battles and cleanups remained. We have identified some of the packs that sided with Malik. Their bodies were identified via pack marks, but none of the Alphas died on the battlefield. The cowards stayed home. They have all been removed from power, but we were too late to arrest some of them.

Whether they forgave or not was up to them, but the killers had to apologize. While Rafael held Carissa, letting her cry in his arms, Violet held Lulu tightly, unable to hold back her own tears. She wasn't the best at comforting, but she gently patted Lulu's back. "Let it out. Go ahead and cry." With the conclusion of the negotiations and the deaths of the last two Westhaven spies, the massacre of the Sinclair family finally had some semblance of closure. The bodies of the two spies were discarded in a mass grave. They didn't deserve a proper burial—being a source of food for wild dogs and wolves was the closest thing to redemption they would get.