How Blackbeard Died Novels & Stories

I leave for one day, and something terrible happens. "A dead body was found on your property." He said. My property? Who died? "The forest." He clarified. "A dead body was found in the sea. The body of Bob the bartender, was found in the sea, most likely to have drowned." "Bob? I don't know who that is. May his soul rest in peace. How was this any of my business? He wasn't found in the forest was he?" I wasn't going to involve myself with a murder case. It had nothing to do with me.

"No, don't kill me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die..." Unfortunately, no one listened to his pleas. In the end, he was taken onto a boat and sailed off into the deep sea. The best way to make someone disappear was to make them vanish completely from this world. The sea was unfathomable, and it would be Lloyd's final resting place. When the boat reached a certain location, the bodyguards pushed Lloyd onto the deck. Facing the deep sea, Lloyd was truly terrified. "No, I don't want to die!" In a frenzy of terror, he screamed and yelled as if he'd lost his mind, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

the other man warned. Emiline’s gaze met Gabe’s and she shook her head. “Kill him. Don’t worry about me.” Before Gabe knew what was happening, Henry was knocked to the ground, holding his knee as Mercer loomed over him, still gasping for air. He quickly bent and retrieved his pistol before glancing at the two men who lay dead on the deck in a pool of their own blood. “Hawk!” he shouted. “You have not won. You will never win again.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you that I’m a fickle-minded rascal.” The man in black didn’t reload his gun. He simply stood right there, watching the chief abductor writhe in pain and die a slow, painful death. The abductor finally stopped screaming in pain when he drew his last breath.

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.