Dorothy Must Die Series Novels & Stories

"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."

Everyone tried to take cover but not all could make it. “Zone!” I screamed as I saw Gloria’s power knock him down. It was too late to save him. It was too late to save my daughter. Gloria killed Zone but everyone present, everyone who made it alive will have a different narrative. Maybe they’ll be right. After all, Evelyn chose the powers herself, no one forced her to. So maybe Gloria didn’t kill Zone… Evelyn did.

However, as bizarre as that sight was, it was nothing compared to what lay in the snow next to them. At first Emily thought it was her husband, his skull cracked open in twilight once more. Only no. It couldn’t be. The Ministry no longer exterminated the infected in their homes, dragging them out into the streets and slaughtering them like dogs as they had her husband. In fact, Jordan was the last person to have his life prematurely ended that way in all fifty states. It was his death that led to the revolt, catching the entire country off guard. Emily had been proud of South Carolina then, despite their betrayal coming from those very streets—from people she had trusted no less. The zombie

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

"Put us both on a cliff, let Kevin choose who to save. He'll obviously pick you. Push me off. And have someone underwater to catch me. I'll vanish. You'll get your happy ending." She'd laughed then, smug and superior. "I don't need to go to such lengths. I don't need your stupid plan to win him back." So I showed her a video. In the footage, Kevin lay in an alleyway, blood everywhere, completely motionless. And hiding behind a corner wall was a girl in a white dress—Audrey. She waited until everyone else had left. Then, carefully, she stepped forward, checked for breath under his nose… and ran.

Her voice cracked with sobs and resolve. "Mom!" I screamed, horrified. And right before my eyes, the man raised his hand and drove the knife straight into her back without hesitation. A burst of red exploded in my mind, ripping through the shock and shattering what little calm I had left. Mom gasped in pain, but she didn't let go. She tightly clung to the man's waist and shouted at me, "Jump! Theodore, jump! Don't you dare hesitate!" I felt my blood freeze in my veins, but the will to survive kicked in like instinct. We had no chance if I faced him head-on. I ran to the window and leaped without hesitation.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

“Don’t you know how much your dad earned? His salary barely covered your luxury shopping sprees and vacations at five-star hotels! Did you really think he could give you thousands of dollars in allowance every month? Did you honestly believe he was living a life of crime to support you? Use that brain of yours for once. “If your dad hadn’t begged me on his knees, you and Marcus would’ve been sent to prison ages ago. Did you ever picture your dad, aged and weeping, begging me not to report you? “He treated you so well, but you went and killed him with your behavior. He was the only chance you had at survival, and you destroyed it by driving him to his grave. “And now, you’re going to spend th

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"