Hange Zoe Death Scene Novels & Stories

Blood spread in a cruel halo beneath her, stark against the cold, merciless floor. Zane couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His brain refused to accept what his eyes were seeing. Vanessa. The woman who had stood by him, fought for him, bled for him. The woman he had taken for granted, never realizing—until this very second—how much he needed her. And now she was gone. Just like that. His hands trembled, the knife slipping from his grasp, clattering uselessly against the floor. Lorenzo exhaled, surveying the scene with a quiet satisfaction. He lifted the gun again, this time pointing it at Zane.

I call placing her down. "What happened? " Ask Kevin as he ran towards me, "car is ready, let's go" "She is not moving" He said shaking her shoulders. "What? " "She.. She is not moving" I said again as a sharp pain erupt in my chest. Kevin check her pulse. "She is dead" "NO. SHE IS NOT" I yell. "TELL HIM ANGEL." Zoe? " Shaking her shoulders I tried to wake her up, she didn't buldge.

Casandra stab it in the head and said "We gat to get out of here now! before this bitches attack us." "When we arrive here, and started packing drugs, I went straight to the restroom, there's a zombie inside he attacked me and bite me on my leg but I killed it." Harrison said while tears were falling on his cheek. "You should have screamed, and we would have cut off your leg! but now there's nothing we can do about it again!" Fred replied. He was so confused. Harrison started trembling and all of a sudden he fell down, and Cassandra couldn't hold her tears, even Jane and Fred they cried. Jane cork her gun then shot him in the head, has they get into the van and drove off.

Oscar gritted his teeth, his face twisted ferociously. I pushed him aside and headed to the parking lot. He shouted, "You'll see what I'm capable of!" Someone cried out, "Casper, watch out!" I turned around and found Zoe lying on the ground, blood gushing from her gut. Oscar gripped a gleaming knife, its tip dripping red. I realized Zoe had taken the hit for me. "You all deserve to die!" Oscar cackled maniacally, his eyes unfocused. "I'm top-tier, and you reject me? Go to hell!"

Close enough a fire was set and the air was smelling like burned flesh. Everyone was horrified by the carnage in front of them. From the fire you could see bones and a hand, a slim hand similar to Zoey’s burning and cracking under the intensity of the flames. Correlated with the amount of blood and Zoey’s scent that was everywhere in the air is was more than clear that she was dead. “She can’t be…”Viggo said, collapsing to the ground in front of this horrible image. “I didn’t feel our bond was destroyed. I didn’t feel her dying.”

I growled. “It is what it is,” she shrugged. “I just want to see her one last time, and then you can maybe banish her. After all, her sister is gone.” “Okay then,” I said, and we made our way into the pack house. “Alpha? Where are you headed?” Nicholas asked. “We're coming!” I replied loudly. We had barely gotten inside when we saw Zoe. She was hanging from a rope, and her feet weren't touching the ground. She had committed suicide.

Zoe was shocked and as she looked at the direction, her eyes widened seeing there's a van coming towards her at a high speed. Zoe wanted to run but she couldn't and at the same time she felt sharp pain with the sound of the van's break before her vision turned dark. 'Am I going to die? But that's great than living like this seeing him loving another woman.' Scot's whole world collapsed in front of his eyes. Scot took a few steps ahead and looked at Zoe who was laying on the road with a pool of blood surrounding her. Scot saw, he saw it with his own eyes, seeing her getting in an accident. 'Why did she not see the goddamn van?' Scot's body was trembling and he immediately ran towards her and

She opened her mouth and a white wave of haze surged from her body, crashing over Hank. Hanks's body lay crumpled and broken on the ground, his head twisted and bent in an impossible way. I looked back to Zee as her hands fell to her side. I felt the wall holding me evaporate and I ran to Zelena, just in time to catch her as she fell back down. I sat down on the ground and held her tightly in my arms, her face had never looked paler. Her eyes were struggling to stay open and her breaths were short and ragged.

"But… here we are." I reach out instinctively, my fingers hovering over where the wound should’ve been. "Zoe," I say, my voice cracking, "how did this happen? You were stabbed. Deeply stabbed. You were dying. What happened?" She sighs, letting her gown fall back into place. "I think it’s the director’s blood," she says quietly, glancing toward the window as if searching for answers herself. "I heard the doctors talking. They thought I was unconscious, but I wasn’t. They said he gave me his blood. And… well, this happened."

Zoe could only watch in horror as he thrust his hand toward her mother’s chest. “No!” Zoe’s voice was raw, her vision blurred by tears. The pulse of black magic erupted in a flash of light and shadow, slamming into her mother with enough force to send her flying across the room. She hit the ground hard, sliding to a stop near the far wall, her body limp and unmoving. Zoe’s legs gave out, and she fell to her knees. “Mom…” Her voice was barely a whisper as she stared at her mother’s lifeless form. The world seemed to tilt around her, the edges of her vision darkening. The warmth of the pendant against her chest was a distant sensation, drowned out by the cold weight of grief pressing down on h