How Does Ramsay Bolton Die In The Books Novels & Stories

He was stronger than me and was once again I was helpless. “Get off her!” Bolton roared out and I sighed in relief. Blake was ripped from my body then within seconds his neck was broken. I watched in horror as his body fell limp to the ground. “What did you do?” The words barely left my lips as tears came out my eyes. He killed him! “He doesn’t deserve to live. He doesn’t deserve you.” Bolton grabbed me in his arms, nuzzling his nose to my neck. “Bolton, what is happening?” My mind was spinning out of control.

Except for one time—when I searched for him all morning and couldn't find a trace of him. A servant from the Page family eventually whispered to me, "I saw Mr. Miles take Mr. Benedict away.” When I asked the servant to take me to find Miles, she reacted as if she'd seen a ghost and ran off in a panic. The scene I walked into when I reached Miles' room was something I’d never forget for the rest of my life. The walls were covered with eerie, grotesque paintings. The room was dimly lit by a few flickering lamps, and the floor was littered with the bodies of dead animals. Even the carpet was stained with blood.

“This night.” The new image was blurrier, taken in haste. A doctor in scrubs walking into one of the manor’s most private rooms. Our father's study. Hudson stood at the door, ushering the man inside with tense urgency. “What happened that night?” I asked, voice low. Ramsey glanced at the door as if expecting someone to burst in, then lowered his tone to a near-whisper. “This was the night Sir had a heart attack. Also the same night I saw Miss Valentine getting into Ryan’s car.”

His voice thundered across the room. “I understand you’re angry, but you nearly injured the Luna!” Ryan looked completely out of control. His chest heaved violently. His hands trembled so badly it looked like he was seconds away from shifting into his beast. Pain. Rage. Failure. All of it radiated off him so heavily the room itself felt suffocating. Because Alpha Ramon was dead. And Ryan could do absolutely nothing to stop it. “It’s okay, Gavin,” Azerbel said softly behind him.

His face is now covered with blood. “Get up and fight, you moron.” Ryan’s grinning. He isn’t even breathing hard like the other guy who is almost dead. He isn’t speaking anymore; he is too weak to do so. Ryan shows no patience for him to get up. He climbs on him after Tyson tosses him to the floor. He reaches out for his neck, and gives it a one-time hard twist. Then he’s up from the body. He’s dead. “No!!!” I hear Ella’s screams first from the balcony. I’m still in shock. I’m numb. I can’t move as if my legs are glued to the spot. I think I’m not breathing for a second, until I let out something out of my lips.