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Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye, and I turn to see a figure emerging from the mist. It's Alec. Relief floods through me as I rush towards him, but as I get closer, I can see that something is wrong. His face is twisted in pain, his body shaking with convulsions. "Alec!" I shout, but he doesn't seem to hear me. He's lost in his own world of suffering, and I don't know how to help him. I'm about to reach out to him when suddenly the world around me begins to shake. The ground trembles beneath my feet, and the river rages with renewed intensity. I turn to see several wisps emerging from the mist, their glowing orange eyes fixed on me with a hungry gaze.

How could Eve die? A/n: yay! The last chapter, thanks a lot for reading till the end 🤗 Love y'all my readers 😘

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️) Chapter eleven (11) Authoress pov 🤍 Jasper already pass out and his friends already rush to him and sprinkling water on him, while Natasha was shouting, going up and down.

This was the last day of the two-week deadline of which I was set to be erased. Thinking of how I would never again see my family and friends from the other world, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. When blood suddenly poured from my mouth, Natalia and the other three rushed over and held me in panic. "Luc, we'll take you to the hospital right now! You're going to be alright!" Just as I gently pushed them away and calmly prepared to face death, several familiar figures came running toward me. It was my mother, my sister, and my friend from my original world.

They carefully pile up some fingers to send to the gambling dens until Mick growls, signaling everyone to back off. I wasn’t sure how the bastard was still alive, his heart was barely recognizable. Mick trots to him, staring down into his bleak eyes. He’s on his back now, his guts exposed. A quick swipe across his face with a claw draws blood, coating Mick’s paw. I had no idea what I thought I’d feel at this moment. But I just feel dead. Because there are so many more Stephen Millers in the world. It’ll never be enough. Mick growls so loud, it practically shakes the room. He bares his canines, wanting them to be the last thing this piece of shit sees.

He began to speak in a raspy and whispered voice, “She will never forgive you! I will make sure that she hunts you down, and rips you limb from limb, along with your twisted bitch of a girlfriend.” He finished his threat and then collapsed onto the floor. He had instantly passed out, I guessed from the blood loss. I knew he would be ok; the council push the hybrids hard, but they always make sure that they stay alive. Well, most of the time. But, I do know that some haven’t made it. My eyes scanned over to three other glass chambers in the room. One held a deceased vampire hybrid, he looked like he had been eaten alive by a wild animal. I guessed that was Finn's handy work. I then glanced ov

Calla I returned to the compound thirty minutes later. The sixth death had just occurred. Mikhail. A warrior I'd trained personally. Dead in the barracks, black veins spreading across his skin while his unit watched helplessly. Twenty-three minutes after Elena. The pattern was accelerating faster than anyone predicted. At this rate, we'd all be dead by morning. I found Kharo in his office, staring at casualty reports with hollow eyes. "Six," he said without looking up. "Six dead in less than eight hours."

The four of them were grey-faced and haggard, stubble grown out, eyes sunk deep, the look of men who hadn't shut their eyes in a month. The instant the doors opened, all four turned their heads at once. When they saw my mother's face, the cup in Rex's hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “Alice?” Rex was first to rush over, his voice cracking. “You're not dead? You're really not dead?” Cormac stumbled two steps forward, shaking all over, reaching out a hand and not daring to touch her, as if afraid she were an illusion. “Alice… this can't be.”

I understood then. The people I cherished most were the ones who wanted me dead. I could only hope that once they got their wish, they would live to regret it when they finally learned the truth. In my final moments, as the Rogue's claws tore open my chest, the force of the blow tore my spirit from my body. I floated in the air, watching my own mutilated body lie on the forest floor, bathed in moonlight. At that moment, my Alpha and fated mate, Damon, was kneeling beside my sister, Chloe.

Nora continued stabbing the hairpin into Henry's abdomen. "Now I finally realize what an absurd mistake I have made! It's only John who truly loves me. You broke his ribs. I'm guessing you even instigated me to kill his mother. You deserve to die and have a taste of your own medicine!" Nora's eyes were bloodshot. Henry was barely breathing anymore. She raised her hand high up once more, aiming for Henry's heart. "Stop right there!" I ran over and kicked the hairpin out of Nora's hand. Letting Henry die just like that would be too easy on him.