General Hux Death Novels & Stories

"I need you to understand me clearly. Mr. Dex has passed on. Time of death was 14:32. I am incredibly sorry for your loss." There was a pause and I could tell Dr. Harrison was trying hard to say the right things but there's nothing right about the death of a person. Not just any body... Dex. You need to get Ms Hale back to the facility before you break the news. We want to make sure she's within the premises incase the news affects her more than we imagined. Remember she's still under treatment."

“Yes. When we salvaged his car and did an autopsy on his dead body, we noticed from his lungs that he was on drugs.” “But when Huxley was going after your car, he went a little insane and caused another four-car pile-up. Two victims were heavily injured and are currently under emergency treatment. However, this has nothing to do with your car.”

Zalu answers, and the tension between us skyrockets. "What...what would be considered uncurable," Xiu asks quietly, and Zalu studies her for a moment before answering. "A crushed heart...Or the champion being decapitated. The only death I can recall was a decapitation," Zalu answers firmly sounding as if she doesn't want to answer anything else. She looks at our faces for a long moment but none of us waiver. We have to know what she means. If there is a chance Cull can die, I need to be told everything. Finally her face softens and she gives in to our silent pleading.

As Blake finished speaking, he heard a few tragic screams. Huxley was a top expert at the third level of the Celestial realm. Thus, he would not be dealt with so easily by some riffraff. In just a few seconds, the Martial Arts Association Warriors had all been severely injured. Huxley had no time to settle the score with Rupert. He had to survive. While the people who had attacked him fell to the ground, he retreated to the doorway and turned to look at Blake, his features twisted into a scowl as he said, "Mr. Lucox, you should always leave room to maneuver.

“In the last twenty years, seventeen men have died in Harem systems across our allied packs. All officially recorded as accidents or honourable duels.” Elder Marcus scoffed. “The Harem is a sacred institution. Death is part of its purification.” “Is it?” Sabrina turned to face him directly. “Or is death the result of a system that encourages cruelty and competition?”

my father held his resolve. I couldn't tear my eyes away as the scene played out in front of me. Huxley's lips quirked into an evil smirk and he moved quicker than my father could react. The vile man's claws sank into my father's chest, yanking out my father's heart a second later. The sickening sound of my father's ribs breaking reverbed through the forest. I stared at the man that raised me as he fell to his knees and then landed face first in the dirt, not a single reaction leaving me. All I could do was stare at his limb body. Huxley then moved over to my mother which drew my attention, "I have no use for you. You'll die soon since I've already killed your mate. Might as well put you out

I watched as Amber rolled her eyes, sipping her drink in the process. "So Huxley, who is your next sex victim?" I froze for a mili second. I didn't reply, but gave Amber a nasty glare for asking such a crazy question. "Oh! Did I just made the big bad boy angry? Come on, everyone knows that three things they can't escape, is death, taxes and the fact that Huxley would definitely smash a girl in a day" I felt really uncomfortable with her blunt remark, but she didn't seem like stopping.

She didn't know why Luke Huxley had done that. Was it because of the dream he had? He said that he had dreamed that she had died in a car accident, so he ran to her at midnight to find her, without worrying about his own health. Dexie still didn't believe that Luke Huxley really had feelings for her at this point in her life, so her reactions were drastically different from her past life. Instead of not believing it, she didn't dare to believe it.

They climbed into their car, with the guards following on quad bikes. “I haven’t named them yet,” Hazel whispered. Alex sighed, then looked at his daughter. At that moment, an image of his mother flashed in his mind. “She looks so much like my mom,” he whispered with a smile. Hazel blushed and leaned back against the seat. “What about Harden?” she asked. “He’s dead. Three months ago,” Alex replied. “Dead? What—” “I don’t want to talk about him. He’s where he belongs,” Alex said firmly.

The moment the news reached the HG estate, nearly half of the family's core members converged on the conference room at the same time. Around the massive oak table, every face was grim. Some paced back and forth. Others gripped the backs of their chairs until their knuckles turned white. More people simply sat in silence, eyes flicking warily from one face to another. Hugh's sudden death hit the underworld like an earthquake. Though he had gradually stepped back from day-to-day operations in recent years, his name was still the loudest and most intimidating brand in the game. Smaller factions kept their distance from the HG family for one simple reason--Hugh was still alive.