Going Merry's Death Novels & Stories

I nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. “But what Merry wanted to happen is something that most of us didn’t agree on. You see, we are sent here to create a balance and not destroy it. We can’t bring someone from the dead to be alive again, nor could we make someone fall in love with you just because that’s what you wish.“ My heart skipped a beat. ‘She’s telling me what Merry asked her to do, right?’ I asked my wolf instead of Leo. ‘Yes, I believe that’s what she’s doing.’

Woods said a quick, silent prayer, hoping that the big southern girl didn’t freeze her ass off on her way up to the Pearly Gates. Thirty simple seconds tick-tocked on by, and despite the electric crackle of expectancy in the air, Mama Metcalf remained well and truly dead. Even her blood had stopped flowing, ruby diamonds on a cigarette-butt strewn patch of land. The old woman across from her, Wanda Mabry, would also never move again. Her index finger was curved inwards as though still depressing an invisible trigger that shot invisible bullets of hatred at a sky that would never die. Sirens sung in the distance. When the hospice alarm was activated an automatic call out was prompted to the f

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.”

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Maybe she can help me find a solution or tell me how to appease the Moon Goddess. My dreams are brutal and show me the deaths of my loved ones. Every new death I am forced to watch. I see Maverick die again. Unable to look away this time. Then I see Madeline die in battle. A rogue tears out her throat. Again I’m paralysed watching, unable to move or make a sound.

"How do I right this?" She heard the sound of the Royal lamenters crys being carried on the wind. The Royal gong tolled three times signifying her Mother's Journey into the afterlife. Her stepfather had warned her that her death would be soon to follow. She knew Marlon would come for her and her heart felt a little at peace at the thought of the kind stranger who was helping her now. Khepri's plan worked. She smiled at the worKings of the demi-goddess...

The dimly lit hall to the morgue was eerily quiet and sent a shiver down Mory’s spine, because she knew that it wouldn’t be long until she was making the same sheet covered journey down the hall. It was like a glimpse of the future that awaited her. She wondered to herself if it would be Percy making the walk with her and James delivering the bad news to Haldir or if she’d actually make it off the island to someplace beautiful like Haldir promised. The thought of dying in his arms on some warm beach sounded like I good way to go.

“It’s funny to see you ready to die for her. Have you ever thought that if you die, she’ll enjoy the rest of her life with another man? And you’re still willing to sacrifice your life for her?” “Well, I want her to be happy if anything happens to me. So, I don’t care if I die now, just let her and the kids go.” “No, even if I’m going to kill someone, it will be what brings you two happiness, which is these kids.” “No, please,” I quickly moved out from behind Cassius and fell to my knees, begging her, tears streaming down my face. But Mary burst into evil laughter as she enjoyed seeing us like this. “Do you even know why Maverick died? It was all because of you,” she said with a smirk, and I

"On bikes. There were eight of us, but you killed four of them, so only four of us are left. There are three more people waiting outside." "Okay. Take me to them." Wilbur shoved Marshall along as they walked out of Diseya into the deserts. Marshall spotted Huck's corpse on the ground next to the bikes and fell to the ground in terror. "What the… how did this happen? Mister Huck… someone… someone k-killed him!"