How Did Escanor Die Novels & Stories

As soon as I stepped out the back door, the color drained from my face. "I can't feel her pulse, Soren. It's stopped." Skye's voice was cold, detached, like even he was struggling to process what was happening. Then I saw Evander. He was standing over what looked like a coffin placed on a platform next to a freshly dug grave. He lit a cigarette, taking a slow drag as guards shoveled sand nearby. This couldn't be real. No. I let out a sharp sigh and moved toward the coffin, my steps quick and desperate. My breath caught as my heart hammered loudly in my chest. Heat rushed to my face, and tears welled in my eyes.

I needed to act fast so I acted like he was a long-time friend, “Hello guys, I'm here to see Scorpion, is he in?” “Why do you seek him?” One of them asked me “We discussed business 4 days ago and today is the day we carry it out”. The one who questioned me heaved a sigh, “Black Scorpion is dead”. I acted shocked by the news so it looked like it was the first time I heard it. “How did this happen? This is shocking” “Well, he was murdered here but I believe it was done by a woman he recently did a job for. You should leave now so that the police don't catch you here”.

Andrew whispered, "No." "What?" "Elias brought him into Blackthorn." I looked at Victor's file. "So Elias knew who he was." "Yes." "And Elias is dead." "Yes." Killed by Victor in 1998. Another dead end. Then Lucian pulled out the next page. A photograph slipped loose. It hit the floor. I bent first. Victor. Young. Maybe twenty. Standing beside Elias. And behind them— Conrad Vale. My stomach dropped. Lucian took the photograph.

My name began to appear in the public eye, and the rumors and scandals from before were soon gone. Occasionally, she would lock herself in her room for a long time, repeatedly playing the song on the score that I had given her. She began suffering from insomnia as well as auditory and visual hallucinations, her mental health deteriorating by the day. In the end, she lay in the bathtub, blood flowing from her wrist. She chose to end her life the same way I had tried to end mine. After her death, her organs were all donated. Even if I didn't want Elena's grave beside mine, she was still buried next to me in the end.

Skylar and the informant’s men got into a fight before they finally managed to escape the auction. Vanessa Hale’s men gave chase, but they were unable to track down Skylar or the informant’s men because Skylar had already mapped out an escape route. That night, Vanessa Hale was officially killed at the underground auction she attended. Skylar didn’t make it home until the next day. He sustained injuries to parts of his arm, but fortunately, they weren’t severe. Throughout the mission to kill Vanessa Hale, his informant kept watch, and they maintained constant communication for safety reasons.

Juls said completely against the thought of Ezra having the possibility that he could actually be Solana's first beta. "Two years ago, is this the night of the festival in Scorch Hills?" Asked Nerissa. Kiera heard Scorch Hill, her eyes widened, the biggest festival, she cannot really remember what happened that night, but there was an incident and three people, husband, and wife including their daughter had died. The culprit was never identified and is still at large up to this day. But, why does it have anything to do with Ezra being Solana's beta? It does not connect the dots.

"Your stubborn bastard." This time he smiled. "Yeah. Mine." We packed up whatever we needed from his house after I'd called Marcus to send a clean up team then he helped me to the car. I'd barely settled into the passenger seat when Marcus called. “Have you headed out?” “Yes,” I shifted in my seat to avoid putting pressure on the injury. "Status on Elena?" "She's gone.” He answered. “She escaped during transport and killed two of my men. I'm sorry, Lorenzo. I should have—"

“It looks like a hit from the Bianchi men. I’m sorry, Boss. We….” The line goes dead. Lorenzo lowers the phone, his reflection trembling in the glass of scotch. The amber liquid catches the light like blood. For a long time, he doesn’t move. Then he exhales softly, the sound closer to a sigh than grief. He whispers, “So it’s done.” Just then, his phone rings again and he answers the call. “Boss, it's done. She is dead,” Scorpion, one of his boys who does his dirty work tells him.

His eyes scanned the building with that terrifying calmness that had once made her feel so small, so disposable. Beside him stood Nathan, bandaged but upright, his posture soldier-straight despite the near-death wound. ‘Why the bandage? What happened?’ she asked within. Behind them, two young men she didn’t recognize flanked Oswald like loyal shadows. And then, there was him. That grin. That roguish spark in his eyes. Vincenzo Escobar. Even from this distance, Orlanda could see how he was so like Oswald yet so wildly different, he had warmth where Oswald had ice. “Oh God…” she whispered, her knees going soft.

As Scout Leon anxiously awaited Elder Jhonas' return to interrogate him. He received news that relieved and saddened him. “Scout Leon, Elder Jhonas collapsed and was taken to the hospital. His body is turning blue, looks like someone intentionally poisoned him to me.” Said a Guard who came to Scout Leon's room. “Thanks for the information, Guard!” said Scout Leon. Scout Leon regretted, “I should have just confessed who was behind everything. I'm sure Elder Jhonas would have protected me if he knew, and I'm sure it was Miss Elena and Sofia who harmed Elder Jhonas,” he muttered to himself.