Novel & Cerita Hashira Deaths

"Is it true that we won't survive if the werewolves succeed? What if we don't have something to save our vampire land? Will they destroy our kind?" Rosaline was a young woman and the only surviving witch who had entered the Dark Shadow Coven after the War of Dark. Her long white hair was tied back into braids so fine they looked like strands of silk floating through the air. Her eyes glittered like polished emeralds as she stared at Ace Denzell. She sat on an intricately carved stone bench and waited for him to answer her question. "A third body has just been found in Nagosia forest," she said.

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.

"I'm sorry, sir. For making you see such an embarrassing scene." "It's okay Bi. It's only natural for you to be happy that Alexa is still alive." Asher understood Aunt Marietta's situation by silently waiting until Aunt Marietta felt calmer to discuss the matter of her conflict further. The problem was, there were still a few things that stuck in her mind, regarding the options and opinions about the case of the late Mrs. Harsha's death that occurred 10 years ago with 2 years after that suddenly Mrs. Harsha's loyal subordinates were reduced one by one for various illogical reasons.

In the end, they decided to work for AB organization and soon just vanished as if kept underground, reserved for a certain use. "He sold his daughter and wife after some time. In the end, was killed one night, by his son, Ryan Williams." The ending left them all shocked. There were two things they didn't saw coming in it and the third was yet to come. "Who is he?" Jane asked and Levi nodded. He was searching for a picture of Ryan Williams, his fingers typing fast on the keyboard of the laptop, which suddenly paused and he turned pale. "What?" They asked him but he didn't move.

This new test, however, was legally binding and established Daniel as Florence's sole heir. Florence's condition deteriorated further over the next six months. One late autumn evening, a caretaker played a movie for her. When the scene showed a young man speeding on a highway and crashing, Florence suddenly reacted violently. She threw herself from the sixth floor and died instantly. Acting as her late son's widow, Marigold was the one who handled Florence's funeral arrangements. With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel.

Shira understood defeat, she was alone, surrounded, and very weary, yet she fought. The sword had become too heavy for her weary arm, and her heart ached with sorrow for her new found friends who were probably dead. With one swift blow from one of the werewolves, her sword fell out of her hand, and she watched it dejectedly as it clattered to the floor, then when the werewolf in front of her raised his hand, his paws exposed, Shira closed her eyes and waited for death.

The rifles are raised. I hesitate on saying three, pausing just for a breathy few seconds. And then, I say the words: “Three. Fire.” The silver bullet shots ring out countlessly that I lose count of their numbers. Right before my eyes, Kira smiles before her body falls backwards. Dead. I don’t move. I stare. A black crow lands on the grass, just a few steps away from Kira's corpse. Even in her death, Kira died with her evil. She died with that twisted smile still on her lifeless lips.

My brows furrowed, my inner self refusing to believe that it was that easy. “Are you guys sure? I mean…” “Mira, we're sure. She is dead. A knife went right through her heart, and she bled herself out.” Lira explained. “It was black blood. And then, all her shadow warriors dissipated. Gone, just like that!” Nathan added. I was silent for a bit, fidgeting with my fingers as I pondered on this. Call me a pathetic overthinker, but was she really dead? “And how did I get back here again?” I asked, a question they'd answered before, rather elaborately, I must add.

“He killed them! He killed one of them!” She slumps against me when she says those last words, her body wracking with sobs that cause my heart to break piece by piece. What the fuck happened here? I don't see Jade, so it can't be her. I turn to Luka, noticing the same look of distress on his face and the pain in his scent. He nods when he sees me looking at him. “The link snapped while we were training; someone in the pack has died.” The one thing Eli and I feared would happen had just come to pass - Helseth called for Kira and when she didn’t respond, he retaliated. Not that I know for sure that’s what happened, but it’s the only thing that makes sense right now.

The mist rose in a swirl of light and shadow—Lira, caught in a web of starlight, her wings collapsing. “They drained her. Bit by bit. Not just her strength, but her divinity. Until she was mortal. And in her final moments—vulnerable.” The illusion turned crimson. A blade pierced Lira’s chest. Her eyes, once full of stars, faded to darkness. “She died screaming,” the Horax said. “Not in pain. In rage.” Silence fell. The mists ebbed away. Only moonlight remained now, spilling across the stones like silver blood.