General Hux Death Novels & Stories

The Man Who Was Supposed To Be Dead For one disorienting second, I genuinely thought exhaustion and hypothermia were finally making me hallucinate, because the moment the older man introduced himself as Alexander Hart, every thought inside my head seemed to stop beneath the sound of rain crashing violently across the Brooklyn dock. That was impossible. Alexander Hart was dead. Everyone knew that. Every article. Every interview. Every piece of Hart Global history repeated the same story over the last eight years: the legendary founder of the Hart empire died after a private aviation accident in the Swiss Alps, leaving Gregory Hart to step in as acting chairman before eventually taking full co

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

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.

He is lying in the pool of his own blood with a sword lodged in his chest and several other wounds on his body. Did he die? Fear grips me. Is this the outcome of the battle? Cahir has always defeated his enemy right? So what the hell is this revelation? “Our General is dead” I hear xena’s voice somewhere in my head, “we hope his soul rests with Hades” I snap my eyes open just in time to see the chimes and Alkis rushing towards us but that’s the least of my worries now. Cahir could die from this very battle. “No” I mutter under my breath, I can’t let him die.

The scene confused them, as Marcus was only standing while the two were on the ground, looking all exhausted. Hex and Dex knew it was their end, Hex discreetly grabbed his gun and immediately pointed it to Marcus, but his mind went immediately blank after a loud gunshot, the next thing that happened was his body completely collapsing, lifeless and bleeding. It was Henry who killed him. "No!" Dex screamed while Jasper was completely dumbfounded like a mental institute patient. Dex couldn't get the gun as it was far, he could only help his father stand and run away. "I will never let your family go! you will go into ruins!" Henry Warner shouted at the top of his lungs.

Her pain was so vivid that anyone seeing the photo could feel it. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine. A wave of grief and bitterness swept over me, and I felt like I had died all over again. That day, after getting out of the car, I had fallen into a hunting trap and died on the spot—both lives were lost. I gritted my teeth and looked at Enzo. He stood there looking like he'd been struck by lightning—motionless and not even breathing. He stared hard at that photo, and his eyes gradually became more bloodshot.

McElroy of a wrong turn because Alexis saw tooth and nail the scene of her girlfriend having her hand in his roommate and best friend’s face while they locked eyes. Margaret admitted time and time again that “I wasn’t going to kiss him,” but the scene spoke hard for Alexis and ran away. “What happened next?” “We searched for him.” But they didn’t find him anywhere the entire day of the first of May. They were also so preoccupied in their search that they didn’t even notice Alexis’ bottle of vodka sat at his table…undrunk. “Was that the day he died?” GD recollected Albert mentioning his death a while back.

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

"I want to see if the Board’s insurance covers a total loss." ​We stepped out into the hallway, two monsters in hospital gowns, ready to turn the 2026 miracle of medicine into a nightmare of ancient debt.