Lexie Grey Death Novels & Stories

She didn’t even bother to look back at Ryan. “Lia, did you have to do this?” Alex asked as he walked towards her. He was wearing black pants with a T-shirt and a black leather jacket paired with boots. A gun kept in the belt tied around his waist, hidden by the jacket, and a knife hidden in his boots. Anyone could tell that he was a bad guy, his aura was similar to Amy, cold and dangerous. “I wanted to,” Amy replied coldly and he rolled his eyes. “What if I was late?” He asked and walked closer to her.

Citizens fled the streets in fear when she walked the stones, many others bowed. Her only competitor was a new assassin, Dynamere Raenaleous. Her kill level was climbing fast, and she was the only member who took work faster than Rhae; most say she never sleeps. Dynamere wore full black leather, with bands covering her limbs, holding dangerous weapons. Dynamere specialised in poisons, particularly taking a liking to a famous violet poison that paralyses anyone who touches the liquid. Most of her kills were done by poisoning the kegs of liquor in the taverns that were handed off to the guilds. The next day guild houses would be littered with bodies.

Draxon’s lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud, and Lucianne was the first to jump across the river with another ferocious growl and fiery eyes, shifting into her lycan form as she did so. The manipulators panicked and turned to run away from the white-furred, striped-tailed beast. Lucianne easily caught up to the slowest one, and she killed her first decipio, then a few moments later, her second. Xandar, Greg, Christian and the alliance members were catching up as well. The manipulators mind-linked one another, hastily trying to hatch a plan as they kept running. One tripped, and she met her end when Christian ripped her head off. Juan crushed her detached skull when he leaped over h

And Grey is best on that. Just like a skillful spy and paladin, Grey has gathered all the information he has to know. From this he has proven two things about Austin; first, she is abandoned by her parents and has no one aside from her friend Justin. Two, she is overly obsesses with the existence of mythological beings, especially the race of the lycanthrope. Only one is left for Grey to know, would Austin be able to accept the cruel and horrible truth about the lycans? Would she be able to hold her stand beside a monstrous and bloodthirsty beast?

I had no qualms about killing or shedding blood, it was part of my being as much as I was. We were the Grey children and I had every intention of fulfilling my father’s legacy. My own destiny called out to me too and its intertwined with the legacy he left me. Everything I do, every decision I make is to keep our family together and the lair safe. I realized that my parents death were not accidental as I started reading his journals. I’m Lucas Grey and I vowed to avenge my parents murder.

Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them. They moved too fast—mere blurs in the chaos—only visible when their bodies slammed into the earth, shaking the very foundations of the world. Until both were drenched in blood. Pinned beneath him, Heratte lay in a pool of her own darkness, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The Death Wolf loomed over her, his teeth bared, his growl reverberating through the battlefield. “You… you killed my Selene.” His voice was raw, guttural, trembling with unfiltered rage. “I will fucking end you.”

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

''Have you finally moved on from your humiliation in our last war? This position was familiar with the battle at Hearth. Ryder had also cornered Grey in their laboratory. Grey wasn't yet a fighter or a conjurer back then, just a normal scientist who only knew how to wield science and technology. That was why Ryder decided that he wouldn't kill him. He diverted his focus on the Shadows that Hearth released. However, Grey took advantage of Ryder's soft heart back then. He summoned Absinthe and the rest was history. ''You're provoking the wrong people. You should be telling that to your bosses,'' Leison answered.

She didn’t dwell too much on the decorations, those details had no bearing on her prerogative so her eyes slid over them as she searched for the human that was about to die. One of a reaper’s abilities was being able to sense death before it happened; it was like an itch in the back of her brain that intensified the closer she got to the person. It wasn’t always accurate, which is why her Archangel officially gave her assignments but Lisa’s senses were better than most. She could feel the human was just in front of her, obscured by a massive bookshelf. A trail of blood and glass shards confirmed her perceptions.

Who do I kill to make it better? But no one answered. I was too young. Too naïve. Too powerless. Then one morning, Lexie was gone. Just… gone. And with her, the sun in our home vanished too. It became more like a graveyard. We searched for her for weeks! The pack warriors combed through forests, towns, rogue zones… everything. And still, nothing. No trace. No scent. Just an empty bed and a family that slowly crumbled. I didn’t know what grief really was until I watched my mother stand in front of Lexie’s picture and declare her daughter dead.