Illumi Death Novels & Stories

In Charles's eyes, I was never going to measure up to Arianna. Arianna, despite her guilt, looked at Charles with teary-eyed gratitude. Even now, he stood up for her. Vincent's gaze shifted toward Charles, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a mocking smile. "Move aside." Just then, the official reporters Vincent had invited arrived, with cameras poised to capture every moment. Vincent pulled out a document—my death report. "Sabrina Zayn passed away one week ago. The cause of death—" He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction.

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream! I made use of the opportunity and tried to get the people on online forums to take Hazel's side. Perhaps what happened to Hazel was so heartbreaking that even the heavens could not just stand by and do nothing. Everything went pretty smoothly after that. Layla died. Her mother was severely injured, whereas her father was sent to prison. I stood somewhere in the distance the day the Larsons met their downfall. For a moment, I thought I saw Hazel waving her hand at me. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of me. She put her arms around me and thanked me.

She screams, her head whipping between Lillie and Illisa. “Your point being?” Illisa asks, sounding bored now. “You gave me a choice, and..” “And what exactly? You already killed people on our packlands, sent one into the hospital and would have changed your appearance again to infiltrate our pack. Too bad for you I recognized your aura the second I got near it, and would have no matter what. You are a walking death sentence, Jade. I don’t fucking care what you think.” Illisa says, making Lillie snort.

"But in another version of events—in a timeline that no longer exists—I died. And so did you, Ollie." I felt her hand tremble in mine as she said those words. Watched our son's face go pale as he processed what his mother had just revealed. "I died?" Ollie asked, his voice small. "How?" Lumina knelt in front of him, taking his small hands in hers. "You got sick, baby. Your heart stopped working right. And in that other timeline, we didn't catch it in time. You collapsed in the town square and—" her voice broke slightly, "—and you died in my arms."

No one knew how Eli,the king of the Vampires exactly died in the monstrous hands of Nicodemus. Some speculated,perhaps the Tribrid ripped his heart or he drowned him in a well of Vervain before snapping his head,or he made Eli burn alive under the sunlight. All they knew was,Eli is dead and the Tribrid has risen. Various news that spread quickly like wildfire terrified every man who witnessed Nicodemus's death. The years of peace they all enjoyed was gently streaming closer to ruins.

Trixie, Mina, and Ji'lahni: “OH GOD NNNNOOOO! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE DEAD! PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THEY'RE DEAD? JUST TELL ME WHO DIED! THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH” Somebody asked crying. “My little boy Razz and my best friend.” Ji'lahni answered through her cries. “Wait, what? Bitch, I'm not dead.” Trixie said, with her hands on her hips, stopping right next to the Dark One. He was so shocked by the woman's sudden appearance, that he didn't even react. Ji'lahni eyes widen as she looked up in the direction of the voice, she would know anywhere. “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! TRIXIE!” Ji'lahni screamed as she got up to run to her friend. The Dark One snapped out of his shock then. “STOP! YOU THINK THIS CHANG

She said sadly. “Seb wasn’t the type to commit suicide,” Ellemea added. I thought the same thing. “I’ve known him and his mate, Aila, for far too long. He wouldn’t have taken his own life.” The pain medications and the suicide theory doesn’t hold much weight in my opinion. There’s no medication, no matter how strong, that could drain the entire blood of an Alpha. He had to have been poisoned or something…someone had to be responsible for his death.