Jean Gray Death Novels & Stories

I heard Kira's voice, and I blacked out instantly as my head hit the roof of the vehicle. Finally, I managed to find the dead. I just hoped my team had enough time to escape, and I prayed they would never get caught again until death. T.b.c ©2021

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.

Taylor's voice grew softer and softer, but in the stillness of the room, every word was crystal clear. "Did you hear that, Zachary? Jean is dead. You drove her to her death!" Jerome shouted. "That's impossible. How could she be dead?" Zachary staggered back. Without thinking, he turned and rushed to the police station. Jerome followed closely behind. At the police station, Officer Tiller looked momentarily stunned to see them. "Where's Jeanie? Where's my Nini?" Zachary's furious voice echoed through the room.

I responded with a strong tone. Gray has been quietly following behind, not saying anything as I stood and turned facing him. It might not look like it, but I could tell that he's as worried as I am and just trying to keep his cool. I brought out my phone, dialing Jessica's number several times with no response coming from it. I sighed deeply, thinking of what to do when I caught sight of blood stains on the wall with the gates wide open. I walked closer with Gray and Damon only to see two dead bodies lying on the floor; Damon then brought out his gun quickly, and Gray held him tightly.

I called Griffen to warn him of what I saw in his future before I saw mine. "Griff. I'm sorry. You are all going to die, and I think…so are we." "What you talking about, Storm? What happened?" Griffen demands with the sound of a heavy base in the background. "I saw nothing but death tonight. Kage choking on his own blood. Ajax with a bullet in his brain. Avery's skin is being eaten away. Booker is drowning in a pool. And you with your throat slashed as you struggle to breathe. There was a black dog with glowing red eyes and fur that moved like smoke howling mournfully while a pink-haired buxom woman looked with resolve etched into her face while tears streamed down it uncontrollably."

Fear clutches my heart tight in its fist, and Max races to get there in time. But the worst happens. Grayson dies before we even reach the hospital.

He ignored the creature and kept walking, hoping that in ignoring him, he would leave him alone. “One of the men you made to choke the other day has died at the hospital. Guess which people are accused of killing him with witchcraft,” the man said again and Jason’s heart skipped a bit. “What are you saying?” he asked, turning to the man. “Nothing, bro,” Grant said, walking past Jason, then turning to look at him funny. Jason’s eyes were fixed on somewhere else and not him. He did not know what to make of it, so he continued walking. The latter had not seen him walk past.

“It’s not safe. We’re leaving. Now.” Ian yanked his hand away. “We have to check!” He turned and ran back toward the cabin, ignoring Zhedya’s angry call behind him. He pushed the creaking door open. Gray was on the kitchen floor. Not moving. A dark, wet stain was spreading across his chest from a single, neat hole. A knife wound, right to the heart. The blood was still fresh, pooling on the dirty linoleum. Ian’s breath caught. The world tilted.

“Are you going to take me on another journey?” “Not all. I have someone you are looking for.” Elizabeth placed her hand forward and Amaya directed her gaze toward it. Her glance caught the blonde lady who was standing a few meters away from her. She had a striking resemblance with Lynette and Amaya guessed that she was dead since she was in the phenomenal plane. “What do you seek, Miss Grayson?” “I want to know about Aurelius.” “He was the love of my life, but it was unfortunate that I died on the night of a full moon.”

Dead. "I don't know who would do this to her," Jace chokes out. "Claire—she's so nice. So kind. She doesn't have enemies. She's just—" He stops himself. Corrects himself. "She 'was' so nice. So kind." Past tense now. Because she's gone. I glance at Gray. His expression is carefully controlled, but I can see the emotion underneath. See the way this is getting to him too. Nobody speaks for a long moment.