General Hux Death Novels & Stories

the receptionist inquired. "Yes, you are. Is there a problem?" Michael asked, his voice tinged with concern. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. Marcellus Huxley has been in an accident and is currently undergoing surgery at Global Health Hospital. We need you to inform his close friends and family about the situation," the receptionist explained. Michael's heart sank as he heard the news. "Oh my god, is he okay?" he asked, his voice trembling with worry. "The surgery is ongoing, but the medical team is doing everything they can to save him," the receptionist replied, her voice calm and reassuring.

However, he had to lie. “She… she is probably in her room, sir.” He knew that one thing was to never lie, yet he had to. “What is a horrible death experience like?” Axel’s cold eyes bored holes into a fixed direction. “Get the eyes chopped off, get the heart out, and get the body disposed of to the rats.” “Good! You have just chosen how you wish to die.” “If anything happens to Hazel, you will die by your own description.” With that, he hung up.

Von’s POV Through the hospital window, Chris's covered body was being prepared for the morgue. One conspiracy architect dead, the other about to be captured. "We're winning," I said quietly. "Winning feels like drowning," Marissa replied. "Just slower." Before I could respond, Marcus's phone buzzed with an alert. He checked it, face going white. "We have a massive problem." "What?" He turned the phone toward us. News headline, breaking: RICHARD HALE DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE AT LAX

I remembered, processing everything. "Yes, Nish, the first days were hard, but I was trying again and again to get to you," Max commented with a downcast face. "How do you explain your death?" I frowned, feeling a bit nervous. "I want to clarify that I did not commit suicide, Nish, who would believe that?" I loved my life and sadly it was taken from me, ”he snapped a little annoyed. "Do you know who killed you, Max?" I wanted to know. We were talking about what I had suspected all this time: that Max had been murdered and there was a murderer on the loose.

“You’re lying to me, right? You must be lying to me.” No one answered. However, from the look on their faces, Stephen saw the answer he did not want to believe: Harrison was truly dead. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, mumbling, “How could this be...” The Quinns were one of the top families. As a member of the Quinns, Harrison had access to the best medical care, diet, and security. Just half a year ago, his physical examination showed that he was in perfect health. He should have lived a long life. How did he suddenly die?

He was just a part of the Death Inquisitor’s design—a chess piece. If he had been like Marcellus and noticed the abnormalities around him in time, there wouldn’t have been a tragedy. ‘There’s only one left. He must catch him with his own hands!’ Ross swore in his heart. Anthony, who was at the side, asked, “How’s it going with Hart? Isn’t he checking the pen and steel balls?” As soon as he finished speaking, Hart pushed the door open and came in. His expression was not very good. “I’ve checked everything. The Death Inquisitor is very careful and has a strong anti-detection ability. So far, I don’t have any valuable clues.”

I couldn't believe he was alive. "You are alive!" I cried happily. "What about Hunter? Claire? Hazel?" I asked brushing the happy tears that blinded my vision away. "Hunter went forth with Jet to clear up the mess Jacob Xavier caused before he died. All that shooting and growling attracted the cops" He explained but I wasn't really paying much attention after he mentioned Jacob was dead.

“How could he not die?” According to their plan, Dr. Xavier should have been dead. Uncle Shawn looked just as unsettled. “Everything was airtight. By all logic, he should’ve died at Henry’s hands.” He sighed heavily. “He was already too old. We underestimated that. Henry has spent years gambling, drinking, and wasting his body. You can’t judge his condition by normal standards anymore.” Mrs. Sanders felt a chill creep up her spine. A more terrifying thought occurred to her. “If we could think of this… why wouldn’t they?”

Huxley said solemnly. Different from just a moment ago, he seemed like he was here to seek answers or make peace. But I was far too aware of how he was to be fooled by that. “He was cursed with a dark spell that had his body decaying the moment his soul left, there was no chance to bury.. all we did was make a location for him and then we paid our respect,” I explained. it was a mixture of the lie and the truth, he certainly wouldn’t find any mistake in this matter.

It was a very obvious outcome. Huxley was only in the semi-divine realm, and his strength and defenses were quickly shattered by his opponent's divine realm power. He coughed up a thick mouthful of blood as his body was sent flying sideways, crashing heavily into the barrier and leaving him completely out of commission. Rhett stood with his hands clasped behind his back and soaked in the cheers erupting from the crowd, knowing that his name would be known to all from that point onward. Huxley looked dejected, but he had no choice but to leave the stage in bitter disappointment. However, he was approached and escorted by personnel arranged by Xavier, intending to recruit him to their side.