Going Merry's Death Novels & Stories

One down. Arla felt slightly hesitant watching Marcel. Seeing death up close was very different to training for it, but Maeve was a natural and wasted no time lunging at a ragged grey wolf moving towards her. She followed Marcel’s lead, sinking her teeth deep into its neck, then shaking her head side to side with force until she heard and felt the snap of the rogue’s neck. Two down.

He said. I felt like my heart filled with fear, I could feel it all over my body. “Death…” Peace called and Death looked at her then looked back at me. “If I were you I would go now, you might not see even just his body. I told them to cremate him---” “F*ck you.” I said and ran to the man car. Peace Ellis-Spencer POV “Death…” I called him as I saw the scare in Blood’s face. Death turns to look at me and wink at me and that’s I understand that he is just playing with him. After Death said something after Blood rushed towards his car that made me smile, no matter how he denied It and hid it---he still cares about him.

Her hand wiped away the remaining tears that stuck to his face. “What do you mean, milady? No way… you think that Mr. Dylan still alive? It can't be right, milady?” "Yeah, that's true. I'm sure Dylan is still alive." "W-what? But how? You even cried a lot yesterday. I know this news is shocking, but milady… that death… is natural.” I looked deeply into Merri's eyes. 'How can I not burst into tears after hearing such news? I couldn't believe that Dylan was dead, but when I heard the news, my heart felt like it was going to explode. I still feel sick.'

“Hey lady, the fact that you’re controlling us with whatever silly spell you have doesn’t mean…” The protesting werewolf never completed his sentence because with just a wave of Mary’s hand, he dropped to the ground, dead. “As I was saying before I got rudely interrupted,” Mary said, staring at the now defiant but nervous werewolves, “I’ve had it with your silly fights,” Mary said in an acid tone. Out of the forty rogues recruited, only thirty-three…two remained, thanks to the stupid fights-to-the-death the idiots kept having with each other. “As of today, the fastest way to die will not only be an attempted attack on any of the five of us but also, getting into fights with each other. And I

, Merry waves her hand in front of my face, "Where are you lost?" I shake my head and smile, "Nothing, let's drink coffee"... I was about to sip my coffee, Merry tapped on my shoulder, "Sam", she called and I simply hum the reply without looking at her. Suddenly, she stood up and started moving out, saying nothing. " Marry, where are you going?", Max asked, and I looked up at her... "I am going for a hunt, want to join,", She folds her arms and raises her eyebrows with an evil smile

Merry’s voice is chipper, excited to talk to us. “Oh, tengo hasta siete pulgadas en el de Hakeem, (Oh, I’m up to about seven inches in Hakeem’s ass.)” Gael replies, punctuating his reply by moving in and out of me. “Fuck! Looks like I called at a really good time,” Merry’s voice is lower, breathier. “Would you like to watch, Merry?” Her name becomes one long moan as Gael smacks my ass. “Yes!” Her voice is filled with lust.

Mane smiled strangely and said. “What?” Dan couldn’t resist asking. Mane was emitting a kind of charm that caught even him off guard – a deadly charm. “The fate of all others who have crossed me,” Mane smiled cynically. “DEATH!”

Accompanied by the howling wind, I thought I heard someone calling my name. I tried hard to open my eyes but could only see rocks flying past. I smiled, feeling genuinely happy. This was the perfect death I had chosen for myself. A bottomless cliff meant certain death. My body would nourish the earth. And I would never have to see Xander, Oliver, Jacob, or Asher who did not love me, ever again. [Congratulations, Host. You are about to return to your original world.]

POV LEO … "Hahh... I didn't expect it to end like this," I said. I took a deep breath as I looked at the two tombstones in front of me each with a name written on them. I'm currently attending a funeral attended by the Murray and Barnes families. Several other families also came, including the Morgan family who had quite good relations with Murray — although I had rejected their marriage proposal. "Even though our first meeting wasn't good enough, I'm sure you guys are good people."

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.