Fred Weasley Death Scene Novels & Stories

He said and waved his wand. He flicked it and pointed it at Sasha. She went up in flames and started screaming, running her hands all over her body. "No! Stop it." I screamed. The dark wizard turned to me and smirked. He snapped his fingers and Sasha lay dead on the ground, badly burnt. I thought that I hated Sasha but realized that I didn't when I couldn't help the tears that fell from my eyes on seeing her corpse. "Awwn." The dark wizard mocked me. "It seems like you still like your friend even though she betrayed you." He turned to the boys with his wand raised. "Now, let's see if you will shed tears for your brothers, even though you hate them."

Frewwy firmly answered. Jiz opened his mouth, about to add more. However… “Okay,” Joshua calmly answered. He looked at Eugene and nodded his head. After receiving his signal, Eugene approached Frewwy’s back. At the quick of his hands, blood sputtered around. The trembling body collapsed. Thick crimson liquid flowed from Frewwy’s opened neck and onto the table. Thunderstruck, Jiz freeze at the horrible sight he witnessed. He slowly caressed his cheek, his flesh that was covered with Frewwy’s blood.

She felt the pain, her eyes were swollen, and her tears kept flowing down. “No!” She screamed. They killed him, she couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Freya saw it with her eyes, her fiancé died, and there was nothing she could do to help. She screamed as she moved through the air, tumbling down away after the figure that held her at a spot said a spell. They both disappeared into thin air, why Freya was weeping silently, as she texted Janeka. “Help me.” She muttered as she sent the message, closing her eyes, she let unconsciousness take her away.

The head lolls at a wrong angle, jaw slack, foam and red drooling out in ropes. Felix is dead. Korrin ended him.

Serena can barely complete her sentence as the first wizard storms over towards them, disappearing from his previous position and materializing suddenly directly in front of Damon and Serena. The both of them gasp with shock when he swings his right hand as if trying to attempt to use the weapon to strike Damon's neck first. Suddenly there is a bright flash of light coming from nowhere, and within the next minute, the wizard has dropped dead directly in front of them without any of them doing anything. They glance at his dead body, looking as though a strange lightening must have struck him and roasted him on the spot. Both Damon and Serena glance at his body in front of them before turning

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you, Zedekiel? You really wiped your memories. Aww, what a baby. Were they too painful for you?" With the lift of Zedekiel’s pointer, Frederick's body was raised high. "Mock my memories again Frederick, and I promise to end you tonight." He lowered his finger and Frederick's body fell unto the debris of the tree, breaking more bones in his body. Frederick wheezed and coughed painfully, spitting out blood. The pain that wracked his body was indescribable. He should have known that he was no match for his cousin. He hadn't practised enough dark magic.

She muttered, already releasing a rejuvenating magic before her. She stopped in her tracks right in front of the door when she saw, since the door had been left open, that the dude had stopped convulsing. He laid slackened on the bed, his eyes open, and saliva dripping from his mouth. He looked dead. “Oh my… He is dead.” Freya wasn't thinking straight to know who had spoken. She was still in a daze. She walked slowly to the bed, and fell by the side, aware that tears were now slipping out from her eyes. She had just killed a man. She had been nonchalant, and now he was dead.

“I must find her. I must leave here…” “Skyla Fox is dead!” Leila blurted out, irritated by Melanie’s actions. “Stay the fuck away from them if you want to stay alive!” Melanie ignored her, turning back to move forward, as though intent on retracing her steps to where we had found her, as though she hadn’t seen the monstrous wizard or the soldiers. But this time, before she could take more than a few steps, Frank Crawford lunged forward. As swift as lightning, before my feet could even carry me to stop him, his long sword plunged straight through Melanie’s throat. The mumbling stopped immediately, as did her frantic movements.

Their cruel spells ripped through our warriors, a sliver of their magic seared through flesh and bone. I watched in horror as one of the elders — Harold, the man who had cradled me as a pup, was lifted in midair by invisible hands, his neck snapping before he crumpled to the ground. I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe. Screams and smoke filled the air. Everywhere I turned, there was blood. Everywhere I looked, I saw death. Then, I saw Freya, my maid. She was running towards the packhouse, carrying a pup in her arms. A witch raised a hand in her direction, power crackling in the air.

The grass had gone from emerald, to crimson, to brown. “Was there a time of death?” Cordelia asked. “One to three in the morning. Zeke said Carson got in the uber a little past midnight. It’s a half hour drive to the lake from there.” Asher responded. Both witches explored the clearing. Rowena with her auburn hair and slacks, and Cordelia, hair streaked with grey and clutching the pendants around her neck. Several minutes passed and Rowena was the first to speak, “This is not helpful or comforting, but I sense it was a violent death.”