Dorothy Must Die Series In Order Novels & Stories

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t

I had just stepped outside when I saw Olivia's twisted, contorted expression flash in time with the lightning. A split second later, the crimson numbers above her heart flared. "Olivia!" I ran straight toward her without a second thought. The rain beat down on my back as I went. As her death timer started to blare, her terrified face merged with the headlights of a speeding motorcycle cutting through the rain. Lucas and I watched as Olivia was thrown into the air like a ragdoll, followed by the screech of emergency brakes. Olivia hit the ground hard.

The one who would get her friend out of this tomb. I was making a dent, creating a pile of bodies that the others had to climb over, slowing them down. But there were too many. They just kept coming through the shattered doorway. My magazine was dwindling. I had one spare left. Then, from the staircase above, a different sound. A roar, not of mindless hunger, but of focused fury. I dropped to a knee without question. A split second later, a Molotov cocktail, its rag fuse blazing, sailed over my head from the top of the stairs. It arced beautifully through the dusty air and smashed directly in the center of the horde gathered in the doorway.

I watched the ambulance drive away and it felt like it was going away with my soul. The sound of gunshot brought me back to my senses and served as a reminder on why i didn't go with her. "Makayla" I whispered and ran into the warehouse. They were no where downstairs meaning they were still up. I checked all the rooms but they were no where to be seen. "Where the fuck..... "I couldn't kill you 28 years ago but I promise this time I'll leave no stone unturned. I'm going to make sure I get rid of Augustine Elzandre lineage for good" I heard her say.

It gives me a headache like a static that I used to hear recently. “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” “Who is the murderer now?” I keep on hearing her voice again and again and again, which makes me dizzy and fall to the ground. In this dark, cold, silent night and only the ray from the full moon is the only light I see. I am so dizzy and I Passed out.

I told them and they both sighed in relief. The thirteenth day after Zack’s death is almost here and it’s driving me insane. I saw Dorothy and Lulu’s death. I felt like I have to choose again and up to now I haven’t saved Beatrice’s and Engr. Murray’s soul. They are nowhere to be found.

I feel dizzy, and red pulses in the corners of my vision. Avoiding the happy people walking around town, I turn into an alley and lean against the brick wall. My whole world is falling apart around me. Alice was the one student at Hawthorn who told me the truth about things. She seemed to actually care about me. Why would she turn on me? Hot tears form in my eyes, and I press my knuckles against my cheeks and breathe deeply. Who can I trust now? "Hey, loser." Heather and her friends stand at the mouth of the alley.

"I'm sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean to." Though Elliot was cursing her out in his head, he kept up his pitiful act on the outside. "It's okay, I don't blame you. Hearing about Dariel's death threw me off too. Why don't you head back first? I need to go home and break the news to Mom." Relieved, Melissa had her driver take him home. She desperately needed some peace and quiet. But just as she reached the hospital lobby, her phone rang. "Ms. Wright, we pulled a body out. The face is severely burned and completely unrecognizable, but… he's wearing a cinnabar bracelet on his wrist."

But Stefan, as always, ignored him. Inside the Interrogation Room Dorothy sat across from a stern-looking senior officer. The silence stretched on, thick and unsettling, but she kept her composure. She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. "We heard you were the last person to see Mr. Finn alive. What happened?" the officer asked, breaking the silence. "Yes, I was," Dorothy nodded. "Then why did he end up dead?" His voice hardened. Dorothy wished she could remember, but she couldn't.

"Let go of me! Phoebe James, I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! I won't lose!" Dorothy screamed and struggled frantically. It was unknown what she had heard. Suddenly she was quiet as her muscles stiffened.