Good To The Last Death Series Book 11 Novels & Stories

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

Standing at the front of the rogue guards was Commander Vance. He wasn't fighting the horde. He was holding a sleek, silver detonator in his hand, pointing his heavy tactical handgun directly at Denzel’s forehead. "It's over, tracker," Vance said smoothly, his voice echoing up to the balcony where we stood hidden in the shadows. "Alpha Ashford is dead. This pack belongs to a new order now." My breath caught in my throat. Alpha Ashford's dead body lay in the middle of the hall with a bullet piercing directly between his eyebrows.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling. Alina sighed softly as she stared at the cover. The only difference between her and the girl in the story was that the heroine had found true love, a man who would hold her until her last breath. Alina, on the other hand, only had a boyfriend to complete her wish list before her own last day came.

But just as he lifted his foot to climb down, he accidentally stepped on the curtain. In the next second, his body tipped backward. With a scream, he disappeared out the window. A few seconds later, a heavy thud sounded from downstairs. Trembling violently, June rushed to the window and looked down. Morgan lay motionless on the ground below, and a dark pool of blood slowly spread beneath him. By the time the ambulance arrived, he had already stopped breathing. He died before they could save him. After that, June voluntarily resigned from her position as station chief and quietly left the base.

The other shifters wouldn’t be cowed by his death; they’d be emboldened by his martyrdom. “No,” I said finally. “Not yet. He’s too valuable to dispose of so quickly. But we’ll need to break him… properly.” The lieutenant’s eyes gleamed with understanding. “I’ll make the arrangements.” “Good,” I replied, my tone dismissive. As he left, I downed the rest of my whiskey in one gulp, the liquid burning a path down my throat.

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

I'm going to edit every chapter soon, and as I've said before, I'm still learning and will continue to learn more, so please bear with me if you come across some of my mistakes. Did you find the finale surprising? Because I am, I never intended for it to end that way; the original ending idea was for Santi, who is still alive and paying his debts by suffering in prison with no hands and feet. But I hesitated since it's rather unrealistic for him to still be alive that long given that he’s already at a critical old age; even if this is fiction, I want it to be as true to reality as possible. In the end, we witness Zackary steadily evolving into his grandfather and half-brother’s evil personal