Does Bellamy Die In The 100 Season 7 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she murmured, her hands—my hands—weakly reaching up to clutch at the fabric of his jacket. Rohan let out a ragged, trembling breath, pulling my body tightly against his chest. "I’m here. I’ve got you. The shield... it was too much for your coven magic. You collapsed." "We need to move, Rohan," Bellamy’s sharp voice cut through the air. He stepped over the unmoving body of the rogue I had blasted, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his blades drawn and covered in dark blood. "The gunfire from Derek’s guards is moving toward the upper stairs, but more hunters are coming through the broken windows. This corridor is a death trap."

“You’re fine. Bellamy…he is dead, right? Or did you banish him?” The Beta snorted. “Dead. Took two of our good guys with him too.” “Nearly three.” Pete glared at him. “He’s dead - dead though. Pulled him into pieces. Bel wasn’t as good of a fighter as he thought. He was good at ordering others. A one-on-five fight, he would lose every time. It was just a matter of how long it took.” Nodding, I patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t pop up again.”

What was I even thinking? It’s not like I care. I’m just not used to seeing someone pass out right in front of me. That’s all. “Hey,” I muttered, lightly tapping her cheek. “Wake up.” No response. Her breathing was still there, but her body stayed limp in my arms. Her face looked… exhausted. “I’ll bring her to the clinic,” Patrick said quickly, stepping forward. “No.” My voice came out sharper than I expected. Patrick frowned. “What the hell, bro? Just because you bully her doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care about what’s happening to her! Think for once—”

Darkness. A heavy, endless void. Then voices broke through it. “Get away from her, Theron! Step back!” “Hold him down! Inject the sedative now!” Bellamy barked over the rattle of heavy chains. “Talia, clear the perimeter!” A deep agonizing roar tore through the darkness. “Her heart stopped, Bellamy!” Devon shouted. “The monster killed her!” “She’s not dead, Beta,” Bellamy replied sharply. “He pulled back before his fangs broke the skin. A Lycan cannot mark a dead soul.”

I stared at him, numb. "How?" "Witnesses say she ran into the middle of the street after a truck, and was hit by another car." The officer shook his head. "Very strange." After the police left, the room was silent. I looked at Soren. He was on his phone. "Yes, change my will... Transfer all assets to Julian Stormcrest... The pack leadership goes to him as well..." My heart stopped. "What are you doing?" He hung up and turned to me. "Setting my affairs in order."

Thea cried as she flung her arms around his neck and sobbed onto his shoulder. “Hey darlin’ it’s not your fault, it wasn’t you besides, did you forget I’m immortal?” Thea pulled back to see Bellamy grinning at her with a raised eyebrow. “Oh gods, yes. Shit yes, I forgot…wait.. what do you mean it wasn’t me? I was feeding from you and…and you stopped breathing!” Thea choked on another sob as the fresh memory of Bellamy’s lifeless body on the floor flashed through her mind.

It was almost comforting, in a way. "How on earth am I still alive?" I whispered, my mind racing with dark images of some mysterious ritual. Maybe it was just the disorientation, but time seemed to freeze in the room with Gray. "Hey, is Bellamy—" "Bellamy is gone. The body was cremated last night, and the ashes were laid to rest," Nereus said, his voice steady. Tears of relief spilled down my cheeks. Bellamy had been a nightmare. I could handle Gray, Jonah, and maybe even Hugo, but Bellamy was a whole different level of awful. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

Bellamy looks like he’s been punched in the gut. “My Shifters…” He trails off and Dr Dae glares at him. “You wouldn’t be blaming the girl now would you Alpha, because we all know that the child can’t be held responsible for what those monsters made her do. Besides, it should be a comfort to know exactly how they died. It would have been quick and completely painless. Faster than falling asleep.” She promises him. Bellamy sighs and without a word grabs me and pulls me into a hug and drops his head onto my shoulder. He squeezes me tightly for a second before letting me go when Dr Dae clears her throat.

Alex catches her elbow before she collapses, steadying her with an arm around her waist,don’t listen to him babygirl. She shakes her head. “And now?” she asks Bellamy, voice thin but unbroken. “Now,” he replies softly, “you sign everything back to me… or history repeats itself.” Alex steps fully in front of her, blocking her from Bellamy’s view. “Over my dead body.” Bellamy laughs under his breath, shaking his head like he’s watching children play war. Then the night explodes. Floodlights blaze on from every angle, blinding white beams cutting through .