Does Enzo Die In Stranger Things Novels & Stories

I stood up immediately and Thorne pushed away from the stool as we watched as Enzo tried to catch his breath. He took a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, his eyes fixed on Thorne. “She is dead” Confusion swirled in my mind because Thorne seemed like he knew who he was talking about. “Does that mean that she ended up finding this place, and you shot her like I had instructed?” Could he be talking about Celeste? Enzo shook his head. “No, not that. She hasn’t made an appearance since the last time but something worse happened. She got into an accident after she sent her dad a text that she would be coming over to his pack to spend a week”

Standing at the edge of the dissolving sigil, his cloak fluttering as if caught in a gale from the world above, was Gonzalo. Enzo’s composure shattered. The smug, twisted grin vanished, replaced by a look of pure, unadulterated shock. He stumbled back, the black vial slipping from his fingers to shatter uselessly on the stone. “Impossible,” Enzo hissed, his voice trembling with disbelief. “I..I watched you bleed out. I saw your heart stop! You're a ghost!” Then he calmly realized “You sent that letter” Gonzalo didn't waste breath on pleasantries. He moved with a blurred, predatory speed I hadn't seen in years.

Xander tried to get answers, but when her hold on him only tightened through the bars, Xander’s alarmed gaze turned to Enzo who stood behind her, watching them with grim eyes. “After the cops took you away, Dad collapsed outside the restaurant. His heart stopped.” Enzo’s jaw clenched to keep the emotions at bay. All Xander could do was stare with his eyebrows knit together in disbelief for a few seconds, “What the hell.” He muttered, rubbing Serenity’s back as soothingly as he could with the imposing bars between them. “He was declared dead when we brought him to the hospital.” Enzo shrugged. “Shit, man, I’m so sorry.” Xander gave him a pitiful look, but his eyes drifted to his woman after a

Tears pooled in Cassie’s eyes, but she blinked them back furiously. I swallowed hard as my gaze moved to where Enzo knelt on the marble floor, the guards now standing on each side of him with their swords drawn and ready for a fight. Enzo’s eyes were vacant - as if his soul was no longer there and he had peacefully resigned himself to death. “No,” I whispered to myself, unable to comprehend what was about to happen. “No.”

Now, I think it’s because he’s too weak to stand on his own, and not because he wants to punish me. “You don’t want to do this, Enzo, please, stop.” He throws his head back in laughter, exposing a thin neck with bones protruding. When he does this though, it is the extremely pointy fangs in his mouth that catch my attention. The nagging suspicion that has been in my mind all along suddenly takes root. Enzo is not a werewolf. He’s some unnatural creature that needs to kill me in order to continue living. “This will all be over before you know it,” Enzo drawls with a faraway look in his eyes as he snatches the necklace around my neck and tosses it to the dirt.

“En…zo.” He sniffled and pulled back, a wide smile on his face. He nodded at me. “It’s over. It’s all over now.” He sighed and faced Gregor. “Take care of their bodies and Becky? Let her rot in here until life slips away from her, after that, take care of their body, I want the to disappear with no trace.” “Yes boss.” They all answered in unison. Enzo turned back to me, wrapping his arms around me. “Let’s go home,” he murmured, almost a whisper.

Ravana snapped at me and i smirked. “If you think Leo would take you back your a bigger fool then I thought and too bad Enzo want to get rid of you too ,” I responded and I saw her fumed with so much anger. It was clear Enzo suspected hee for the death of his father and I am sure he wouldn’t stop on till he finds out. “Enzo is in love with me, and I am sure if i kill you he would be back to me but I am bore of his I want Leo,” she responded and she smirked.

I sat up alongside him, my pain feeling like a distant memory now, and furrowed my brow as we stared incredulously at each other. “Are… Are we dead?” I whispered. Enzo shook his head, and looked at his hands. “No,” he replied, looking up at the sky. “We’re home.”

An intense sadness that he experienced such horrors at a young age. Instead of trying to explain it, I changed the subject. “Do you think Nash will be okay?” Enzo’s eyes widened a fraction, “I don’t know,” he whispered. “But I know I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes to ensure he gets that fucking antidote… I just hope Az doesn’t go off the rails before then.”

“You’re right, Dr. Cesca. You’ll never have the chance to repeat your mistake.” The gunshot shattered the air, ringing through the cold, silent room as the chair toppled, her lifeless body collapsing to the floor. Blood pooled quickly, seeping into the cracks. Enzo, who was frozen, a single word escaping his lips, soft and broken. “Mom…” He sank to the ground beside her, paralyzed, staring blankly as the last trace of life left her. ---------------------- Follow my account guys, please.