Goblin Works Garage Cast Members Dies Novels & Stories

"Boss, should we inform Miss Garcia's family? Gordon passed away. The rescue efforts were unsuccessful." "He died?" Gavin frowned, feeling even more distressed for the woman inside. Could she handle this? Losing a child and a loved one? It was too cruel. How could she bear such a blow? The pain of losing someone—it was something he knew all too well. "He passed away just now. He was seriously injured and had been a long-time drug user, so his immunity was weak. The doctors worked through the night, but they couldn't save him." "Notify them." Gavin paused for a moment before reluctantly giving the order. Then, he hesitated again. "Wait."

Their faces were grim, bloodstained, like they’d seen too much already. “Boss,” one of them called out, voice heavy. “ Caleb’s gone. We found him dead in the car…He didn’t make it. Apparently he died from blood loss or shock but I'm not sure..” I stopped listening. He’s dead too. They were all dead. Agatha. Jon. Caleb.

Jeff said. “Let’s go and bury our dead. Everyone should gather at the king’s palace tomorrow,” Gates said. Soon, an ambulance took Gilbert, MC and Mosley’s remains to the mortuary. Louise’s birthday party that was planned to be a remarkable day, ended on a bad note and earned a black day instead!

Meanwhile, Ross’s lips trembled as he said, “So this is what the Death Judge meant when he said that they will disappear from the world forever.” “I told you, these people are definitely going to die,” Judy said as she continued to watch the live broadcast on the big screen. In the live broadcast room, Gardner, who had a broken face, suddenly got up and rushed to the front of the coffin. He used all his strength and ruthlessly kicked it. Bang! The crystal coffin did not move at all. In the Crystal Coffin, Kanasan’s corpse was separated from the thick lid of the coffin and seemed to be staring straight at him. There seemed to be a trace of mockery on her frozen face.

Gwen was shocked and took a moment to take it all in as she looked at the dead goblins before her. "Are you ok Gwen?" Crystal suddenly asked as she ran over to her, checking her over for any injuries. "Y-yeah." She said, amazed that she had killed all of the goblins with ease. Xolvion was also impressed at Crystal's ability and decided to speed things up on his end as he finished all but one of the goblins off, letting it get away. "Is everyone alright?" Xolvion then said as he headed over to the others, seeing that no one else was hurt other than Owen.

She weaved her way through the crowd and jumped into his arms. "Saylor..." He set her down on the sand. "... this is Linc-" "Lincoln Greene." Her grin was huge. "I know exactly who you are. The last movie you were in-" She shook her head. "-I swear I cried for two days when you died." "Thanks..." I laughed. "... I think." "Hated you." Gabe looked heavenward. "She watched the movie five damn times, and each time I had to console her and remind her that it was a movie, that you weren't really dead."

Each one was a headshot, targeted with accurate precision. Evelyn took out most of the goblins inside; each one had their life taken away in a flash. Minus the gray-haired goblin who calmly stood in his exact spot, watching as his fellow goblins got slaughtered. Once Evelyn shot the last of the goblins in the chest, a drop of blood landed on her cheek. "Disgusting." Using the sleeve of her jacket, Evelyn wiped it from her cheek, but the grimace on her face never left. "After we wrap things up, I'm going to a spa."

The older generation always said that you had to be properly buried, or you would not be able to rest in peace, and I believed it. So, I worked hard to gather money in order to secure myself a proper burial, but to my surprise, after I sent the message, I received a call from my undertaker. The deep voice of a man came through the phone. “Sorry, something came up in the afternoon, so I won’t be able to go. I can give you your money back. Does that sound good?” When I heard this, my phone nearly slipped out of my grasp. I bit my lip and said, “You promised that you’d come when I asked you to!”

I got breaking news from Gregory—a massive update! Garcie had collapsed in prison, and no one knows why. She’s in a coma now, lying in the ICU. What kind of drama is this? Damn it, just when we were piecing everything together, the trail goes cold! A few days ago, we discovered that Garcie wasn’t just working with Carol—there’s a big boss pulling the strings behind the scenes. Now, with her unconscious, all the evidence she could’ve provided is gone. How could this happen? Did someone try to kill her in prison? Or is she really sick?

He hit the far wall with a sickening thud and stopped moving. "Can Krug have some fun with the wolf-men?" Krug asked, his yellow eyes darting toward a group of wounded soldiers groaning in the dirt. He was practically vibrating with excitement. "Do as you wish," I dismissed him. I didn't have to look back to know what followed. The sounds of tearing fabric and the terrified screams of the dying filled the air as the goblin began his play. I simply sighed and turned toward the main keep. The interior of the castle was worse. The walls were painted in red. It looked as though the Angel of Death had not just visited, but had decided to move in.