How Did Escanor Die Novels & Stories

He means it as another reprimand for me failing to keep up appearances, never mind that he was the one to bring all this up here and now. I stiffen my spine and don’t look away. He nods, and after returning his fork to the table, sits back in his chair. “Fine. One of my enforcers spoke with someone who decided to find a new pack. The man reports about twenty deaths so far. I believe some came about through attempts to remove Shane. Or perhaps he just couldn’t control himself.” Suddenly my breath seems overly loud in the quiet room. Twenty—no, twenty-one people dead because I left Shane. How can that be possible?

My eyes rolled to the other side, I couldn't breathe through my nose or mouth and my heart was pounding against chest as hard as possible, pumping with adrenaline but no strength. I looked at him with lost eyes, a sad smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It wasn't really that sad because it was the ending of this mess that my father had created for me but I guess that this day finally solved the puzzle and we all know who killed me at the end. I smiled. Enzo killed me but just as I thought I was about to give up the ghost, Stefano said hurriedly, “ He has escaped.” He tossed me to the side, I flew over and my head smashed into the furniture with a bang. I looked up and I saw the trail of

"I-I'm sorry, Jefe. But I was told that I was responsible for her when she arrived. I assumed it meant–" "That what? She needed a babysitter?" "No, I-" I don't even see him pull out the gun, but I hear the sharp crack and I see Marco convulse slightly before he falls limp to the ground. Then, like nothing happened, Javier signs my acceptance papers and looks up at me again, handing them over with a dead stare. "Welcome to Los Muertos, Miss Alister. Try not to die before your first payday."

the head soldier explained. One of Sergio’s men stepped forward and dropped a small phone on the table. “We retrieved this from him.” Sergio walked up to him and pulled him by his hair. “What were you fleeing from?” Scar groaned in pain. “What? Fleeing? I was handling Ghost’s business.” Sergio let out a dry chuckle. “Just like you handled the business of killing Don for him?” “What? Don Carianno is dead?” Scar asked in disbelief. “What do you mean? I had no idea. I had nothing to do with it.”

The lifeless eyes. So many voices. Calling out to him for help. So many voices in his head. He couldn't help...! They called to him as they died. As they took their last breath, they begged their king to save them. He couldn't. They all died. Declan died. And, it's all his fault. Screams in his heart. Screams in his head. So much screams. Escape! 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑬! 𝙀𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙀!!!

After listening to what Charles had to say, Kirk glanced at Caroline. Even though Kirk didn't say anything, she had a feeling that he didn't want her to hear this conversation. "I'm full. I'll head back to my room to watch TV." With that, she headed to her room. Once her door closed, Kirk replied to Charles, "Is it confirmed?" "It's confirmed; Eddy is dead. However, he died at the doors of Morrison Manor. Like Cheetah, he must have leapt out of the car the moment it was hit!

he said before swiping some more tears away. ‘It is time,’ the Goddess told me. I had him stand up and embraced him. He did not hesitate to hold onto me. He told me that he was thrilled that they had us now because he knew that we would take care of them. We all knew the exact moment that Grant died because we watched as a brilliant white light was pulled out of Eric as he screamed in agony. I restrained him until Thompson put the shackles and collar back on him. The silver would not doing anything now but would restrain him.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

The building behind us crumbled violently, chunks of stone collapsing inward. “Scott is still in there!” I shouted. “Relax,” Kaid said. “He’ll be fine.” And just a minute later, Scott stepped through the smoke. Covered in dust, limping slightly, but alive. Flames flickered off his arms as they died down. “Scott!” I rushed toward him. He raised a hand tiredly. “I’m good.” Lila was more direct. “Where’s Drazhan?” Scott’s eyes hardened. “He’s dead.”

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.