Evan Afton Death Novels & Stories

blurry but unmistakable. A woman with long dark hair. Soft eyes. Familiar. The timestamp at the bottom of the image said "1 week before death – Jan 14, 2022." But Evelyn had supposedly died on January 7th. So who sent me this? And why now? I tapped the screen to reread the message: > “Not everything is as it seems. Evelyn’s death was no accident. Ask Ethan what really happened.” I felt a cold rush down my spine. Ethan.

“This is beautiful, by the way.” But Millie barely looked at it. Her thoughts were spinning. Ethan’s mother had killed herself. So had his fiancée. And now Nina had tried twice. This world didn’t just come with danger. It swallowed people whole. It was the kind of place that made death feel like an escape. Could Evan really get her out?

I'm a fucking fool. "I was about to send the guys for Austin, but looking on his social media, he's dead," I pause hearing Evan. "Apparently hung himself," that's all the confirmation I needed. "Get someone to watch her parents; their information was sent by Dean as well," I explain and take out my phone. I walk behind them and message my dad an update. Whoever the guy is who took over is clearly involved in some way. As I step out of the coffee shop, hands grab me and something gets pulled over my head, I fight against the grip and hear Evan shouting before a gun goes off.

"I'll... I'll call you back." He hangs up. And then the glass of water he'd been holding slips from his hand. It hits the floor and shatters into pieces. Water and glass spread across the hardwood. But Evan didn't move. He just stood there, staring at nothing, his face white as paper. "Evan?" I stand up, genuinely concerned now. "What happened? What's wrong?" He didn't answer. He is somewhere else, somewhere far away. A click - I read his mind. He's dead. He's fucking dead. Someone killed him. Which means... which means someone knows.

Eva’s eyes widened when she heard this. Was that really what happened? No wonder Elena hated Nathan. The man she loved had actually died in Nathan’s hands. It must have been horrible for her. Although, could it really be true that Elliot was beaten to death by Nathan? Eva kept looking at Nathan, who had a smile on his face. “Do you really believe that I beat him to death, Eva?” “No, I don’t.” Eva shook her head hard. “You'd never do something like that.” She said this without hesitation, and Nathan was greatly comforted by her. He nodded gently.

She lunged at Evan, tearing at his clothes, biting, and kicking with reckless fury. She even grabbed a cake knife from the table and stabbed him. “Bastard! I gave up everything for you, and this is how you repay me?” “If that’s how it’s going to be, then we’ll all go to hell together!” By the time the police arrived, the scene was already drenched in blood. Evan was rushed to the hospital, but there was nothing they could do. He was already dead. Yvonne was sentenced to life in prison for intentional homicide. Her freedom was gone, forever.

“Nathan, he keeps ruining everything good I have. This accident in Brooklyn is not just an accident, it’s meant to kill me.” “W-what?” I definitely didn’t expect that. “Are you sure? This is a heavy accusation, Evan. The authorities are investigating the accident, right?” He nodded. “This isn’t the first time this happened. But this is the first time he got me where he wanted me to be.” Evan mumbled. I listened silently, stunned, unable to wrap my mind around every word he spoke. “The incidents before this merely aimed to sabotage our projects. So set up a team investigating everything since the first occurrence in our Queens site. And in this latest attempt, we got the person he paid to do

He must have gone off to Dark Moon territory again. Was there a point, though? It was not only possible but likely that if someone there had been intimately involved in the betrayal of his family, they were already dead. He had slaughtered everyone related to Alpha Kris after all... I shook my head, driving the grisly thoughts away. That was in the past now. I would never forget what Evan had done, but there was no way to bring anyone back from death. It was over. Evan might find that the path was a dead end.

That would have been just lovely to start my sessions with. “Finally you’re here!” Evie whispered urgently when I walked in the door. “What’s wrong?” Everything seemed so wrong today, my stomach was churning and all of the smells were more than nauseating. I had never smelled or heard anything this well before. “Someone else died.” She pulled me by my hand taking me to the other side of the room. I was shocked to see Brent, a wolf/human hybrid, dead. The metallic smell of his blood had me holding my breath.

But now that I’m looking at it, it makes sense for Caleb to take over after Evan’s untimely death. Or his murder. This newspaper was from the day before Evan’s death was announced, perhaps his last day on earth. Most of the mentions of him are innocuous. He held the flag for a race. He shook hands at a parade. Then, buried in the back of the paper, in the gossip section, there was a grainy photo of a man who looked a lot like Evan in the park with an unknown young woman. The caption of the photo makes no mention of him, but I know Caleb’s face better than any other man’s in the world. And Evan looks very much like his younger brother.