Gerard Way Death Novels & Stories

Lawrence says, his eyes cold. “Last I checked… it’s no longer you,” I say, turning both guns on him and pulling the trigger just as Gerard shouts out. Blood splatters everywhere from the close impact of the bullet as his brains spill out of his head and his body falls to the ground — dead. The sound of the bullets ringing in the hall as I empty body guns, pouring my rage into those shots. Gerard drops to his knees, visibly pale as he realises there’s nothing he can do.

"It's not your fault, sir. We'll find another way to bring her back. Right now, we need to leave before causing more trouble." Despite William's efforts, Gerard's anger didn't wane. He paced through the empty halls, the echoes of his own footsteps mirroring the hollow ache in his heart. The mansion, once a symbol of authority, became a haunting reminder of his failures. In the aftermath of the futile attempt, Gerard retreated into himself. The cold exterior that had softened during Ivy's presence now solidified once more. The bitter taste of whiskey replaced the warmth of Ivy's laughter. Gerard drowned his sorrows in alcohol, each sip a futile attempt to wash away the pain.

Virginia held Gerald’s hand tighter, “Cedric has gone after saving me from Vincent and Miller. Vincent and Miller died together with the remaining capos in that explosion… Lusiana has died in the hand of a boy whose father was killed… Michelle was also gone after she got hit by a car… The consiglieres were dead after fighting against Cedric… and then Arnold, Bernard, Carlos… They all died while trying to help me… Susan too, she saved me from being drowned in the sea… Everyone has gone now and I don’t want you to go!” Virginia began to cry louder. She expressed all of her emotions to Gerald. “Gerald… please wake up. I don’t know what to do now… If you want to kill me after you know that I am

He was talking really fast now, no doubt trying to get out everything he needed to get out before she gunned him down. "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to grant your final wishes, dear Mr. Carter. Gerald's body must be nothing more than skeleton and bones now. It’s down at the bottom of some remote lake, serving as food for fish and whatnot, but he has no one else but himself to blame for that. Swooping in like a vulture, along with those godforsaken brats of his, and thinking that he can reap where he did not sow? I think not.”

While Gerald now had the power of the Dawnbreaker, he knew that he was still far from being able to deal with someone like Christopher. Regardless, what an utter b*stard! To think that that old man wanted to capture him so much! “…Are you alright, Mr. Xadrian…? Could you perhaps know these people…?” asked Professor Yale the moment he saw how serious Gerald’s expression was. “…I do,” replied Gerald with a nod. “I see… It’s such a pity that they had to die in an aerial accident like this…” said the professor as he sighed. “Oh, it wasn’t a mere accident. They were murdered!” declared Gerald as he stood up.

Gerard said calmly before walking back to his car. Feeling that Gerard's behavior was very calm and there were no signs of anything suspicious, they finally went to see what was going on upstairs. However, once they found out that Gerard murdered their boss and the bodyguards, it was too late. Gerard waltzed out of there quickly, knowing they would chase him any minute.

Jackson’s heart was breaking at the scene. “You don’t want to kill her.” Jackson plead. Gerard turned to face him, pointing the gun at him. “You want me out of the picture not her. Shoot me instead.” “Oh but if you die she can always find another. If she dies… Well, that can be the excuse for the ended engagement, her death. We would no longer be a laughing stock in Italy.” Gerard stated as he turned back to face Riley. Jackson barely had time to jump in front of the bullet but it all felt like it was going in slow motion. Getting hit directly in the chest he hit the ground as he heard another go off in the distance. Riley rushed over to him crying uncontrollably as she dropped down on her k

Violet wasn't mine by blood but she was mine by heart, loyalty, and love. "GODDESS! No, please, no! I cannot...why? What happened?" Tavi sobbed loudly. I knew it was because she had learned of Gertrude's unfortunate fate. At least she died in a peaceful way. We had decided to bury Gertrude in the field where it was heaviest with fireflies in the night for a proper sendoff. Next day...

My father could remember every time Rosalie had complained of feeling unwell, yet he knew nothing about the Wolf Soul Decay Syndrome slowly killing his own daughter. Aiden looked down at the message he had sent, and unease crept into his chest. After a long silence, my mother wiped her tears. "When Elara comes home, I'll forgive her for deceiving us." What none of them knew was that I was never coming back.

Ghastly car accident—I wondered if the occupant was still breathing even while I pushed through the edge of the noisy crowd in order to see better. As they carried the body past me, I pressed forward, straining my neck because the face was not clear from where I stood. Then the woman standing beside me pressed her hand to her mouth and whispered to the person next to her. "That is Gerald Howe." My blood instantly ran cold. Gerald Howe? In my past life he was supposed to have died in about two months time, a quiet passing in his sleep, that was what everyone had said the first time around. Though I suspected foul play.