Grey Anatomy Alex Karev Dies Novels & Stories

He yelled and walked away angrily, Bryar’s heart started to race and tears filled her eyes, Alex stared at her as she burst into tears and walked away. “I… I didn't mean for that to happen.” He said and Blakeley moved closer to him. “I am going to say this once so listen carefully. I am dead Alex, I died ten years ago in a car explosion, I am dead to you and it should be that way. Blakeley is dead.”

I didn't get a chance to open my mouth as I think about what he just said, Grayson turns and looks at me, and that's when I saw the coldness in his stare, just like the first time I met him. "Alex killed someone the night she escaped rehab, Leo." His voice became hard as my heart stopped beating. "And I helped my parents cover it up." "W-What?" My heart starts beating out of my chest as Grayson grabs hold of my hand, with a desperate look in his eyes, filled with shame, and regret. "Grayson.... what are you trying to say?" I laugh nervously. "I don't-Grayson, w-what are you saying right now?"

What is he? “Yes. But he didn’t count on you surviving. I never left you in the hospital, alone. He knows you are more than what we say. But he doesn’t have confirmation of just what you can do and will be able to do. Your father never disclosed his true nature. Even he knew, deep down that Carl couldn’t be trusted with the gift of that knowledge.” Grams says empathetically. “Now we need to work together to take him down. Everyone in this room will play a part. We cannot act rashly, and we cannot attack when you return to Evergreen Crest. Your next visit will be purely for recon, and then we strike. Do you all understand?”

"But you'll need to be smart about it. Brute force and revenge aren't enough against an organization like the Kaine Syndicate." My phone rang and I saw Lena's name on the screen. "Give me a minute," I said to the others, stepping toward the windows for some privacy. "Aria," Lena's voice was tight with urgency. "I've been digging into Richard Grayson like you asked and what I found, it's bad. Really bad." "Tell me everything." "Richard Grayson officially died in a car accident five years ago but the more I dug, the more inconsistencies I found. The body was cremated immediately, no autopsy, the death certificate was signed by a doctor who lost his medical license six months later for falsifyi

She doesn't look surprised. " And what happened next?" She asks calmly. " Gray showed up at the warehouse and shot Vladimir." " He's dead?" " Gray killed him. I confronted him about what Vladimir told me and I also found out that he killed his father." " Oh my God. Shit! That's deep. Who pulls a trigger at their parents? Did he tell you why?" " Didn't say a word." Alexa sighs deeply. " So what's your plan?" " Stay very far away from him. I got shot and i obviously thought I was gonna die. I never thought he could ever get involved with narcotics."

He tried to push Alpha Damon away but he had no strength. “P-please.. D-doctor,” he pleaded weakly. His eyes were bloodshot, life slowly draining out of him. “Damon…” Axel tried to intervene but he trailed off instead, as if knowing this was a lost cause. Alpha Damon slit Alpha Greyson’s throat again, before letting him go. Alpha Greyson’s lifeless body fell limp to the floor, his head dangling away from his body. I looked at the scene in horror, blood pooled from the lifeless body, staining the walls and the floor.

he greeted with a nervous smile that Alpha Carl immediately noted. "I thought it would be better if I came over early. I still need to get to work later on and I have other things to handle" "Please have your seat" Tyler responded but Alpha Carl simply shrugged. "Where's the spy?" "He.... He's dead" Tyler replied and Alpha Carl's brows arched. "How come?" "I apologise. I was just interrogating him and I guess he could not stand it. He wasn't strong enough so he died" Alpha Carl was silent for the next few seconds and then he readjusted himself, looking at Tyler with an intense gaze.

I was about to drop it when it began ringing again, I brought it close to check who the caller was. It was Gale. I answered, “Hello,” my voice was urgent. “Dad’s autopsy report is out. You might wanna come take a look at it,” his voice was solemn and I could tell he’s been crying for a long time. “What does it say?” I asked, because his words hinted at a different result from what we presumed. “It was conducted twice. And the results were he died to a depressed respiration, cardiovascular effects and neurological symptoms. Though presence of gelsemine was detected in his blood,” he explained and I repressed the urge to elicit a groan.

"That's true, but he didn't die when he hit the ground. Apparently, Darren and Zane conspired to set up Alpha Beaumont." "How did you learn this?" "Darren had a case of "loose lips" the night of the club incident and let it slip to Alpha Zane's Beta that he had to kill Zane. The Beta looked for evidence at Darren's cabin and found a freshly dug grave. He dug up the grave and found Alpha Zane's remains. He reported it to us, and we had the body exhumed and an autopsy completed. Alpha Zane was ravaged to death. Alpha Clark is also dead."

The woman on the ground was still twitching, her eyes losing focus. She didn't need to act this time. Severe concussion and intracranial hemorrhage meant that even if she survived, she would be a drooling vegetable for the rest of her life. Lucas stood up and shook the blood off his hands. His eyes were hollow as he looked at the pile of meat on the floor, like he was looking at a bag of trash. "Marcus," he said coldly. "Here, Alpha." "Don't let her die." There was not a shred of mercy in Lucas's voice. "Death is too easy for her."