Jack Carr Only The Dead Novelas e Histórias

“How dare you keep insulting Grandma York like that?! “There’s no saving you at all! “You truly deserve death! “I’m telling you this one last time! “Let go of Master Jacknife right now! “You have no right to punish him! “You’re unworthy!” Harvey smiled when he glanced at Manager York. “Since you keep bugging me about it… “I guess I’ll show you some respect. “Here he is!” Manager York and the others proudly smiled when they heard Harvey give up. But in the very next moment, Harvey stomped with all his might. Along with the sound of a loud crack, Jacknife’s throat snapped in half while he was bleeding out of his orifices. He died in an instant.

He replied while looking around the house “Till death took away my joy” “I didn’t come to hear your story, save it for your fellow human” he said looking at her daughter’s picture “Then why are you here?” He throws an old brown pouch at her “Inside is how to call up the dead. I believe the town will love the show” Jessica opens the bag and inside is a small bottle and an old dirty beat up scroll—inside the bottle is a drop of blood and written in the scroll are chants to raise the dead

Mark hesitated before saying, “Ever since Zarek died, you’ve ruled over both packs.” Kieran didn’t blink. “Of course, I put Jake in charge of everything. Is he not handling things?” Mark’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s the problem.” Kieran’s jaw tightened. “What problem?” Mark took a breath. “Jake is dead.” Silence. Then, Kieran chuckled. Low, almost amused. “What?” Mark didn’t flinch. “His body is outside.” “Mark, I am not in for any pranks, you shouldn’t even joke about my brother like that” Kieran said, leaning back on his chair.

He shook Jack's hand before letting go. "Jack. Since we already alerted them, I think this might be a nice spot to make a little distraction." Jack pulled a jar out of his jacket and walked to the dead Alpha. His legs lay at odd angles and a pool of blood spread out from the head wound. Jack held the jar in front of him and studied it. The lid of the jar was thick and heavy with small little circuit boards covering it. He pressed the button on the lid and it started to hum. He set it gently between the torso and arm of the dead hybrid, hiding it as best he could without covering the top.

Nora continued stabbing the hairpin into Henry's abdomen. "Now I finally realize what an absurd mistake I have made! It's only John who truly loves me. You broke his ribs. I'm guessing you even instigated me to kill his mother. You deserve to die and have a taste of your own medicine!" Nora's eyes were bloodshot. Henry was barely breathing anymore. She raised her hand high up once more, aiming for Henry's heart. "Stop right there!" I ran over and kicked the hairpin out of Nora's hand. Letting Henry die just like that would be too easy on him.

“Remember this, the Corleone family doesn’t need weak mercy. It needs the compassion of the strong.” At that moment, I finally understood the lesson he’d taught me years ago. The compassion of the strong was protection for the innocent, not forgiveness for traitors. Once my father was wheeled out, the basement door closed again. Now, only four of us remained. “Has the coffin arrived?” I asked. Uncle Rocco’s voice came from behind me. “It’s here, Principessa. It’s a black walnut and oversized. Just as you ordered.” In the corner of the room stood a large coffin.

I struggled against the restraints, my voice hoarse from screaming. "No, you have to listen to me! I'm innocent! Kelvin Arnold is behind this, not me! He's the one who killed them, not me!" But my words were met with cold indifference, and I was dragged away, my hands bound behind me, my heart heavy with despair.

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.

“News from the Red Fang territory.” My gaze fell upon the bold black letters screaming across the page. ‘Alpha Garrick of the Red Fang Pack Found Dead in His Chambers.’ For a long moment, I simply stared at the words, my mind refusing to accept their weight. Dead? Garrick? That arrogant bastard, the man who had carried himself like he was untouchable, like the world itself bent beneath his boots? My eyes flickered down the page, scanning the brief article. Details were scarce, the report claiming only that his body had been discovered by one of his trusted betas, lifeless and marked by violence.

"Is that so? I am just one step away from happiness. This is my last chance to become happy in this broken life of mine. I will not allow you to ruin it." After saying that, she approached me and wheeled me into the fire escape. I watched as the wheelchair neared the stairs. "Are you planning to kill me?" I asked. Upon letting out a long exhale, Selena released her grasp slowly. "That's nonsense. It was just a slip of the hand." My wheelchair started rolling forward on its own as Selena guffawed. Right before my wheelchair would roll down the stairs, I held the brakes. While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet.