Jack Phoenix Death Novels & Stories

They both answer me I can protect us. Folding my arms across my chest. I slowly nod my head. It was complete madness, but if I wanted to live, I had to agree. “What’s next?” I ask quietly. “You need to be with Xander or me until we announce his death.” Jaxon tells me and I nod my head. “You really killed him?” It still seems like it is some kind of dream. Jaxon nods his head at me. “I was sick of all the shit he was spouting.”

"Fuck.....keep trying After about two failed attempts, the door finally opened, and Phoenix came out. The first thing she did was thrust her sword directly into the back of the individual who was attempting to shoot Jack from behind. Before he passed away, the man moaned and spewed blood from his mouth. Piper promptly removed her sword from inside Jack's stomach and turned her back on Jack. Jack pulled her by the hand and said, "Let's get out of here." In just two minutes, they were both sitting in the car. Piper didn't say a word to him as he drove; instead, she just kept her frowning face on the entire time.

I just hope the Moon Goddess would guide me not to be as aggressive as I wished to be because seeing them together triggered my possessiveness. "What is it that you want to talk about, Jaxon?" Aliyah was the one who talked first. Glancing at me for a while, Jaxon started opening his mouth. Look at this mutt, he would talk around me after all. "Your brother, Shawn Harper died, Aliyah. Unfortunately, even though he's an Alpha and he has capabilities for fast healing, his body cannot keep up with the blood loss. Some of his organs are ruptured as well. That led him to death."

Jett finally answered six months later, locked up his office, sampling a red wine spiked with wolfbane, the only thing eligible for knocking the senses out from a werewolf, Jett made sure to cram his drink an overdose of it. Was Xavier dead? Jett drunkenly snickered, the question resounding in his head, circulating, reiterating itself another thousand times for the past six months, the question seeming to be deriding him now. Xavier has to be dead, it was the only explainable reason why he hadn't been spotted, not even once in the past six months. No one knew his whereabouts, it was like he had ceased from existence the moment he stepped out from Blood Pearl pack. Wasn't that what you wanted

Jameson asked. "I'll kill you," Phoenix said, but then hissed, rubbing her chest. "Gosh, I can't wait to take these off. I can't even breathe well. It was so hard to get in here. Right, I saw the 'give up' look on your face, Jameson." Jameson sighed, looking away. "Your sis, Jackie, and Candy need you guys. Besides, how sure are you Diego is dead?" Phoenix asked. "I saw his body... but... I..." Jameson paused.

Aurora Even through my drunken haze, I saw every detail of Jaxon's face. Time hadn't touched him—he still looked as he had at twenty-eight, though few knew the tragedy beneath his charm. Fate forced him to kill his mate after she betrayed his pack, allying with the Bluemoon Alpha, her lover. Her affair sparked a war, costing lives and leaving Jaxon to bear the deepest betrayal as she handed his enemy the means to strike him hardest.

Then he found Jasper, cut out one of his kidneys in a botched, brutal procedure, and killed himself by leaping into a river. Before his death, he recorded a video—denouncing Ruby's medical malpractice and cursing Jasper for sacrificing patients' lives to please his lover. Jasper survived the emergency surgery, but just barely. His organs began to fail. He couldn't walk, couldn't feed himself, couldn't even relieve himself without help. He was pitiful, but no one pitied him. The world said he had it coming. The year after our divorce, the Flint family hospital declared bankruptcy. Drowning in debt, his parents fled, abandoning him to his rotting, bedridden fate. His body festered with bedsore

I said. I crouched down and slashed his neck with my claws. I saw the surprised look on his face as he bled to death. He never believed I could defeat him. I was glad that I would be the last person he would see before he died. To make sure he was dead, I grabbed him and dug my claws into his chest. I ripped his heart and brought it out. I stood up. His limp and lifeless body fell to the floor. I looked at the beating heart in my hands. I couldn't believe it. I had defeated him. The Almighty Jax was dead.

“Hey hey hey, Jack, did you watch the death broadcast last night? It was too exciting. It was simply too enjoyable! That Death Inquisitor was too awesome. Too cool. Two people were killed by him at the New York City Police Station. Don’t you think it’s awesome? Too awesome!” Jack smiled faintly and said, “All right. You can go back. You can watch it when you go home.” Thompson shook his head and said, “No, no, no. My phone doesn’t have any traffic. What if those people die on the way home? I can’t miss such a wonderful scene of death! I have to watch those people die before I leave!” “Then why don’t you go back to the day shift?” “All right. Then you can go back!” Thompson waved his hand and

he said almost in a whisper. "What's not possible?" "My...my twin brother Ezra." Jack stuttered. And Jackson never stuttered. "You have a brother? What's he doing here?" It was as if Jack hadn't heard me. "You don't understand, Riley!" He said impatiently. "It can't be him!" "Why not?" "Because Ezra Wolfe is dead."