Going Merry's Death Novels & Stories

You are the first of the next. --- Mira died on the winter solstice, as the witnesses gathered for the longest night. She was sitting on the stone bench, her hands on the silver flowers, her eyes on the horizon. The witnesses found her there at dawn, her breathing still, her face peaceful. The gold and silver flowers around her pulsed with a light so bright that the garden seemed to hold its breath.

That night she felt like the queen of the universe. The next day Merry woke up late. Her head throbbed painfully and felt heavy. Her whole body had muscle aches. His lower body felt a little sore and swollen. Merry took a moment to remember what happened last night. Unfortunately, the memory was a bit hazy and incomplete. There were parts she couldn't remember clearly. However, it seemed that she had been happy last night with a man. To be more precise, she had a night out with J. Carter.

She must have sensed his fury. “What are you doing out here in the river Styx? Don’t you know you could have DIED?” He held her arms and shook her. For gods and demigods, going in the river Styx does not affect them in any way. But for mortals, the river Styx is deadly. It absorbs the life force of the human until it becomes lifeless. “That would be better than not trying to escape!” She countered. “Why would you even escape?” “You do not understand.”

His fame and status can’t bring his child back. “I’m… so sorry.” He apologized. Madison heard it but chose to ignore it as she focused on hugging her child’s urn. Gavin knows that Madison probably blames him. It’s what he expected but that won’t stop him from doing whatever he wants just to earn her forgiveness. Even if it’ll take a lifetime. MARIANO’S POV “DAMN IT!” I threw all the papers away as I kicked my chair. What the hell is happening?! This isn’t supposed to happen! Everything was going according to what I’ve planned. I marry off one of my daughters so that I can escape my debt to the Morgans and now it should be fine.

Damian and my mother were considered accomplices according to the law of the Pack. They were punished for what they did too. Winter passed, and spring arrived. The lands were brimming with vitality once more. My spirit continued roaming the earth thanks to the blessings of the Moon Goddess. Today was the day Fenris held a grand funeral for me. My parents and Damian were allowed to attend it. They were dressed seriously in black and were busy helping out at the funeral, as if doing their best to play the part of mourners.

I turned my head and saw John standing there, wild-eyed, pale as death, having knocked over the table in front of him. The next instant, he charged toward the stage like a madman, shouting, "No! You can't marry him, Audrey! You can't marry him!"

*Poppy* The day of the funeral dawned heavy with unspoken grief and uncertainty. The air was thick, and a heavy fog was rolling over the river's surface as the Larch Grove Pack members gathered at the pier. Their eyes cast downwards, and their hearts were burdened with the loss of their Alpha, Seamus. I stood among them, my shoulders squared, forcing myself to remain composed despite the wave of turmoil. It had only been a matter of days since Seamus's death, and now I faced the moment of farewell.

She raised her hand and struck herself so hard that blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "I was so stupid and stubborn… You were only ten. We could have given you everything, but for the sake of some ridiculous lesson, I actually… Joshua, I failed you." Mr. Gibson and the officers stood near the door, their eyes welling with tears as they sighed in deep sorrow. The next morning, they brought my body back. We went straight to the funeral home for the cremation. Outside the incinerator room, Dad leaned against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the furnace door without blinking.

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

In the end, I’m not sure you can say it was truly “pointless.” Marian just shakes her head. She was little when it all happened and still hasn’t gotten over our parents’ deaths. I can’t say I’ve fully moved past it either, but I prefer not to dwell—there are already too many things for me to handle. “Will there be war over the fairy?” she whispers. “I don’t think so. She came to us of her own free will. She knew the risks, just like all the others.” “Well, I’m going to head out. This conversation made me hungry.”