Kiba Death Novels & Stories

I was about to respond to him when Lucas spoke. "You're back, Cora" We turned to look at him and I wasn't ready to exchange pleasantries as I walked down to him. "What's happening?" I questioned and he smiled. "Still acting as Luna even if you were stripped of it" he grinned and I exhaled. "I..." I stopped, not knowing what to say. He was right. "Well... I will feed your curiosity" He cleared his throat. "First, Kira is dead" "What?!" I and Cole exclaimed simultaneously. I covered my mouth in shock, staring at him.

I had to rely on his social media pages for signs of life from him. The murder stayed a trending topic on the internet for days: a police investigation into the murder, which I knew from the jump would be short-lived, talks about Colt building a ballerina studio in her honor because that’s what the young woman loved the most beside biking, an announcement of a biker’s sponsored funeral which would be at capacity as the week-long international bikers rally was still in progress. I watched this feeling far from him. Feeling him drift further and further away, when Dean brought up the baby issue again for the third time in those two days, I snapped.

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

“No! I swear I—” Gabe gripped his hair, his screams so loud that Kiara could barely watch as his life was taken away from him. There was so much blood on the floor and his own was abundant enough to add a great amount to it. There were gurgling sounds coming from his lips and then there was nothing, not even a single breath of life. He was dead.

Jacob ranted. Kai barely remembered Katie Granger. She had died after accidently being given a nut of some sort. the school office was supposed to have an EpiPen for her but they messed up and lost it. "She's dead, man," Kai whispered. "She'd probably like you if now if she didn't die." "WELL I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GOING TO GROW UP AND BE HOT!" Jacob screamed into his face, spraying him with spittle. "I THOUGHT I'D BE A FAT UGLY LOSER FOREVER!"

Spade cut in, fueling Declan’s annoyance toward Lia. “Will you two stop it?” I hissed. “Let her finish, and then you can decide which one of you will kill her, dammit.” A ghost of a smile tipped Lia’s lips. I winked at her, urging her to continue. “Next chapter?” Declan demanded sarcastically. Lia composed herself and continued in a tense voice. “Kaya is already dead.” “Are you sure about this?” I asked. She nodded. “The guy who gave me this information was the one who killed Kaya. I didn’t exactly give him the luxury of lying to my face.”

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

When I was released early from prison for good behavior, my three sisters showed up to pick me up with a dog collar in hand. Vivian Bennett, my eldest sister, held it out to me and said calmly, "Put it on. Don't take it off until we make it home. Pass this final test, and you'll officially become a Bennett." Claire Bennett, my second sister, patted me on the shoulder and sighed. "You've suffered these past seven years. But you smell awful. Go home and take a really good shower before you sit down for dinner." Natalie Bennett, my third sister, looked me up and down, frowning. "When did you get so skinny? I guess the collar suits you now." Seven years ago, they said something similar. Luc

He moves like liquid death, grabbing the female alpha’s neck in his jaws and twisting. The head comes off. The body crumples. I collapse, shifting back to human form. I fall to my knees on the forest floor, unable to care about anything except the grief tearing through my chest. If I could cry in wolf form, I would have. But now the tears come freely, blurring my vision as Kieran shifts back. “It’s over,” he says quietly. I open my eyes and look at the body lying in the grass. The head severed clean. The leg lying a few feet away.