General Hux Death Novels & Stories

She is a trouble in my ass. Hahahaha! I plan on dumping her soon anyway. I still need her around for now. At least I have someone to tend to my sexual urges day and night. I went back to surfing the net on Huxley's family and I found he has an elder brother. "How interesting! So he is not even the first son yet he is enjoying the wealth all by himself. What a fraud!" I closed my PC and ordered an Uber. I needed to go somewhere private and plan this out well.

And soon, Huxley Ward could be seen leading a group of twenty men, taking aggressive strides toward the villa’s main entrance. The two stray dogs that Ferguson had taken in were frantically howling at the door. Huxley’s face turned somber as two knives descended. The two stray dogs collapsed in a pool of blood. “Ferguson Ford, your time is up.” With a bloody knife in his hand, Huxley stepped in with nearly twenty men in tow. He wore a grim expression, particularly when he spotted Ferguson. His eyes were about to spew flames. “You’ve got guts, Ferguson Ford. How dare you set up the Great Sky Group? Your death anniversary will fall on this day next year. Take him away. Leave no one alive insid

Gerald greeted Harold with a weary voice. Harold seemed to be able to sense Gerald’s tone, so he immediately apologized politely, “Mr. Gerald, I’m sorry to call you this early in the morning. However, something strange happened in the headquarters of the Hoklux Gang last night. The head of the gang and one of his subordinates died. Their deaths were very strange, and the other underlings said that they didn’t see anyone when it happened.” As expected, Harold was indeed calling Gerald regarding that very case. “Oh, really? Okay, I will go there right away!”

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.”

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan 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?”

Within minutes they are all dead. We proceed, defeating the odd Minotaur and Harpy until five death worms surround us and lunge out from the ground. Sir Hugo runs up behind one and lunges into the air, wielding his sword. He lands below the neck of the Death Worm, where his sword rips through the soft, slimy skin of the Death Worm with ease. As I’m about to cast the fire spell on the next, Sir Hugo dashes by slicing it open, then to the next and the next until they are all dead. He wipes the blood and slime from his sword onto his leg and then looks up at us all, who are speechless at how quickly and easily he has killed them.

He had already read it front to back and then skipped around in the middle a few times rereading parts of it. “You didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement did you?” He glanced up at her. “No. The Death Contract covered all of that.” “Well according to this the Death Contract is void because the divorce is presented by Mr. Maxwell.” “Oh…” Meredith wasn’t really sure what that meant. “Meri… You get half of everything. All assets, all income, all retirement, Meri this is rather unprecedented for such a short marriage. The only thing you do not have any claim to according to this is his inheritance.”

The air in the room changed with each new headline. “This just in—tragedy strikes the influential Holland family, as youngest son, werewolf James Holland, was found dead in his Houston penthouse. Authorities, both werewolf and human, are ruling it a suicide.” A photo flicked onto the screen, and I froze, my glass of wine halfway to my mouth. Turning slowly, my eyes narrowing into slits, I faced Ghost. “Hey, Ghost. Weren’t you just in Houston?” Meeting my stare with one of his own, he continued loudly slurping his noodles.