How Does Doma Die の小説・ストーリー

Austin murmured and drew his gun from his holster. “There goes my Italian burrito,” Hudson said as he knelt next to Remy and felt for a pulse. Blood pooled beneath Remy’s body and Dominic knew he was dead. He clenched his jaw together and stood up, his own gun already in his hand. “Rafaella!” Before any of his men could react, Dominic was running down the hallway towards the main bedroom and opened the door. His heart was hammering in his chest as he looked at the body on the floor.

Savannah gripped the dagger hidden in her arms and drove it hard into Edmund's stomach. Blood gushed out in an instant, soaking through his clothes and dripping steadily from the hilt onto the floor. Terror twisted his face as he begged for mercy, "Sav, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I'll give everything back to you!" Savannah didn't waver. She yanked the blade out and plunged it in again, over and over. She kept at it until blood spilled from Edmund's mouth, leaving him unable to speak. Then, with a thud, his body hit the floor.

Unless she was dying. Don't get your hopes up, Maria. She always survives. That's her superpower. Finally, a doctor emerged from the examination room. He was an older man with gray hair and kind eyes, and he was smiling. Smiling. That couldn't be good. "Are you here for Mrs. Romano?" he asked. "Yes." I stood up, clasping my hands together. "Is she okay? What happened?" "She's going to be just fine," the doctor said. "She fainted due to a combination of stress and low blood sugar. We've given her fluids, and she's resting now."

He says as he wants to help me get up. "Maybe I wasn't able to kill Gregory, but I can sure still hurt him." She says as she points the gun at Domenic and pulls the trigger. I close my eyes from the shock and when I find the courage to slowly open them I see Alice, collapsing in Domenic's hands as she took the bullet for him as the police tale hold of her mother. "Help, we need help over here!!" I yell as I crawl to their side, Alice's abdomen already covered in her blood as Domenic tries to make pressure.

In his place was a hollow shell of a man. "Jesus," I whispered, my hand going to my throat. "Damon was shot in the chest during the battle with the rogue pack from the eastern territories," Elder Blackwood explained, his voice clinical to hide his emotion. "The healer team used tremendous effort to save his life, but he has no will to survive. He's been in and out of consciousness for weeks." I moved closer to the bed, studying Damon's face. His cheekbones were sharp angles now, his skin gray and waxy. Even unconscious, there were lines of pain etched around his eyes.

A low, guttural, primal cry that echoed through the WREC Room like the voice of every forgotten god rising from ash. Then she reached up— And clicked end stream. The chat exploded behind the screen. Comments. Tips. Submissions. The pack had returned. But Domica didn’t read a single one. She walked to the folding chair, collapsed into it with a satisfied groan, and exhaled for the first time in days. The man was still panting on the floor. He hadn’t broken. But he was close. She didn’t release him yet. That was her final reward—for her.

I whisper, and Dom nods. "Yes. But mortals are mortals. We all have the freedom of choice so we constantly change the plan. Your body could... You might not be strong enough for the creator's plan. You might be the first human mate, but you might not become immortal," Dom says right before punching an ancient dresser. The wood practically explodes and I shriek a little while pulling the covers up to block my face. I hear the door slam shut and I know Domenico is gone before the blanket falls from my eyes.

He will never cross the line again. We talked with Domi until late in the evening. We have a lot of topics to talk about. After the death of his mother, his family had nothing more to do in the human world. I was glad that I had another reliable friend here. Suddenly Damian jumps up. He bows, and then I notice that Zarq is standing behind me. - Go home.

"But you’ll die!" "Then let me die," Domine said softly. "It’s the only ending I deserve. I took a life from her. It’s only fair I pay with mine." He turned his gaze toward the palace window. "Besides... a man without a wolf is just a husk. I’d rather be dead." He coughed again, harder this time, blood surging from his mouth. The Beta rushed out, desperate to find any healer who would listen. Domine lay in the pool of his own blood, the world blurring. He knew the end was close. Every memory of me played in his mind—vivid and agonizing.

But nothing else followed. There was no pain. No impact. No sensation at all—just that sound slicing through the air. I opened my eyes in confusion, my mind scrambling to understand why I was still standing. Why I was still breathing. Why I was still alive. And then I saw Dominic collapsing, like every string holding him upright had been cut at the same time. He fell backward, hitting the decorated garden floor with a heavy, final thud. And then I saw the rest. The perfectly round hole right in the center of his forehead. Blood spilling down. His eyes wide open, frozen in absolute shock—as if even in his final seconds, he couldn't believe this was happening.