Jean Gray Death Novels & Stories

He took my hand and pulled me behind him. We pushed through the crowd toward the commotion. The scene outside stopped my heart. Vivian Gray lay crumpled on the ground, her white dress soaked with blood. Her body jerked once, twice, then went still. And standing over her, knife in hand, was Vincent.

Jack’s voice echoes like thunder, and suddenly—silence. Everything stops. No one breathes. Not a single soul dares to move. My eyes are still glued to the ground—on Grace’s lifeless body. Her long blonde hair fans out beneath her like a twisted golden halo. Her eyes are wide open. Her neck bent at an unnatural angle. She’s dead. Truly, finally dead. And for a moment, I can’t believe it. The crazy bitch is gone.

After a short while of silence, the owner of Eden Joy snarled, “What did you say!? Adalon is dead!? Guardian Trade, are you certain you know what you’re talking about?” Cold beads of sweat were oozing from Guardian Trade’s forehead as he replied bitterly, “Master, Master Gray is dead. I’m not lying. He’s killed by a young man called Kayson.”

Grayson replied, “My apologies, but the president’s whereabouts are secret information.” Jean stared at the empty office. “I can probably guess without you telling me. Jay’s not in Grand Asia anymore, is he?” Grayson remained silent. Jean’s expression immediately shifted into something sinister. “Get out of my way, okay, Grayson?” Grayson remained unfazed. Jean raised a fist. “Imagine if I missed and hit you instead.” “You’re welcome to try, Master Jean.” In the blink of an eye, Jean’s fist soared to his target as if he was driven by lightning.

“Jacks! Don’t hurt him.” Gray straightened. “I’m done.” He gave me a hard look over my shoulder. “You call me by name, to save your Dog?” “Lionel!” I cried. Seeing the long grass dancing in desolate field where I could just see the crumbling ramparts of an abandoned castle. I barely noticed it as I rushed forward, jerking brutally when I hit the end of the chain. Again. “Gray!” I stomped. Looking from him to the field. “He’s fine, Baby Girl.” Gray’s voice dropped. “I didn’t kill him.”

After some minutes, the smoke was getting thinner and finally… She could see a silhouette of someone’s that familiar. “Sierra?” Without answering, she just ran forward to crash their bodies together. “Ouch, ouch. Easy there, Sierra,” Gray chuckled as he hugged the woman back. Blood was trickling from his head and entire body, but he insisted he was pretty fine. “He killed himself,” Gray shook his head as he recalled his last conversation with the King. He was leaning on Sierra as they walked out the smoke. “We won this fight.” He grinned stupidly before he passed out.

he answers, and I jump right into what I found. "Why was I not warned that Hazel Layne was mauled to death in her room?! And why would any sane person think a single pregnant woman would be safe in a home where one woman has already died? I mean, is this some sick joke? My parents died the same way while hiking," I scream/sob as my emotions and stress run over. Mr. Gray stays silent for a moment before making a strange grunt-like sound in his throat. "Uhm, Ms. Layne, how much do you actually know about your family? I mean, has anyone ever told you any stories or anything," Mr. Gray asks, and my eyebrows draw together in annoyance.

“The dead can’t compare to the living. I’ll deliver Graham’s body over right now. I’m sure he’ll understand. “It’s his duty to help family anyway.” Jean went back home and used a shovel to dig up my corpse. However, my flesh had severely rotted. Jean froze for a second before turning her face away. She gasped for air. I let out a quiet laugh when I spotted Jean’s tears. Didn’t she hate me? Now that I was gone, why on earth would she weep? Due to the transaction, I was given a proper burial instead of ending up in a shallow grave.

I was certain that I knew this one and leaned towards Rai. "A death God is nearing, we should introduce ourselves," I mumbled softly and prepared to stand. My eyes began to glow at the numerous Kasa-obake (ghosts) that were coming out of the forest. My mother perked up instantly and watched each spirit with a curious gaze. The Death God followed, its red eyes darted around the area. The dark creature had brought its mate with him and the pair approached Rai and I in deep black wispy tendrils. I told Rai to change into Grim as I changed into my black Death mist. I noticed my mother had changed as well and was coming to our sides, my father and his lady friend were nowhere to be seen making me

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. He held another woman in his arms fondly and mocked my devoted acts of love over the past year. That was when I realized everything had been a prank he orchestrated to "have some fun", as he said it. I called my father, Frank Klein. He sounded perplexed as he said, "Bebe, didn't you cry your eyes out at his funeral just this morning? You even swore to remain a widow for him for life. Why are you cutting ties so thoroughly all of a sudden?