Jojen Reed Death Novels & Stories

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.

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

"Why the sudden interest in ancient history?" "It concerns someone close to me." I didn't elaborate further, maintaining my steady gaze. Reed sighed heavily, setting down his glass with a soft thud. "James and his mistress died during a territorial dispute at Chase Pack's Northern Boundary. It was... messy." "How so?" I pressed, leaning forward slightly. "They were cornered in an abandoned den. Rescue was impossible." Reed's scent shifted, indicating discomfort with the memory. His fingers tightened around his glass. "The official pack record called it a rogue wolf attack."

I gripped tight, but he slipped right through and fell. I watched helplessly as Brandon vanished from my sight, tumbling into the abyss. Not a sound from him. Brandon's death was not on me, but it happened right before my eyes. My brain short-circuited for a second before it hit me to call the cops. Maybe Brandon could still be saved? Revenge had crossed my mind, but I never wanted blood on my hands. I dialed 911, and the cops were on the move in no time. The rescue team found Brandon at the cliff's base, his head cracked open on a rock—dead on impact.

“Alright, let’s see who’s brave enough to swing in. Bet none of you can do it as smooth as me.” Reed snorts, already climbing onto the rocks. “Please. You’ll fall on your ass before you even reach the water.” “I’m not the one who belly-flopped last summer,” Jace shoots back. “That was intentional.” Reed grabs the vine, gives it one hard tug, then swings out with a loud, ridiculous war cry that sounds like a mix between a caveman and a dying coyote. “Awooo-WO-wo-wo-wooo!”

Thomas Reed was alive. For a moment, Dani genuinely thought she was hallucinating. The penthouse seemed to tilt beneath her feet. The photograph on Julian's phone remained frozen on the screen. Clear. Sharp. Undeniable. An older woman exiting a black SUV. And beside her— Thomas Reed. Very much alive. Very much breathing. Very much not dead. Silence swallowed the room. Nobody moved. Nobody blinked. Nobody spoke. Because there was no logical explanation. Thomas Reed died three years ago.

Nix’s POV Reed was sacred for his life, so when they offered us rooms, Reed asked if we could share. I will let him know Lottie no longer wants to kill him. If I didn’t know him so well, I think I would have as well. Caren is amazing. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought Reed was her mate.

However, Jay was over. The thorn in my flesh was gone. It was revealed the next day that Jay Merlot was killed by his enemies whom he had wronged in the past. But by the evening, the whole kingdom was abuzz with yet another startling piece of news—Jewel Jones was found dead by suicide. The cries of the Luna Queen reverberated throughout the South Kingdom.

Although she also put the blame on Cedrick, she could distinguish between right and wrong. It was obvious that someone had plotted the explosion against Catelyn. Cedrick was not omnipotent, and it was impossible for him to predict everything. Joanne helped Cedrick stand up while consoling him, "Mr. Mason, I’m sorry for the loss. But people cannot be resurrected after death. Besides, Catelyn doesn’t want you to be so desperate. And her murderer is still at large..." "She's not dead. She didn't die." Cedrick repeated these two sentences stubbornly, and then he subconsciously groped for the diamond ring in his pocket.

"I know you're in so much pain right now, and I wish I could have helped your mother." His eyes met mine again, a stalemate of grief and gratitude. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he murmured, quiet but unwavering. "Reed is the one that killed her." His words, wise beyond their years, echoed through the forest. They lingered, a poignant reminder of the true enemy we faced. Redemption lay not in my hands but in the actions we would take to right the wrongs sown by Reed. I enveloped Zack in a gentle embrace, the weight of his understanding intertwining with my own heavy heart. Despite everything, this young boy managed to find clarity amidst chaos.