Lexie Grey Death Novels & Stories

**** ‘Something is wrong,’ Hala jerked up. Leila and I were in the group for the back end. So far, we had only seen bushes and trees, nothing out of the ordinary. ‘What?’ ‘I can't seem to sense…’ “... Alpha Xander!!” Hera interrupted, sounding distressed. “There's something wrong, grey's wolf is fading. It's like he's dying but I know it's only his wild that is draining!!’ Leila's eyes widened. “What does that mean?” “Hera?”

Adrian rushed to me, he hugged me and used his hands to cover my eyes. "She just killed my mother," Everyone turned to the door when we heard Xavier's voice, "She just killed a human being and you are calling it self-defense?" "Lexie pronounce her dead," Leon said, the moment Lexie entered the house with Xavier. "Huh?" Tears rolled down Lexie's chin. "You are a doctor, announce it!" Leon said again. Lexie went to Anita, she used her hands to cover her eyes, "The late Dr. Mrs Anita Williams, time of death, 9:45 PM, Wednesday, the 22nd of July," Lexie's voice broke in between each sentence.

Leo walked in, and the physician nodded gravely. In the dim light of the room, Grey's beautiful face had lost all its color. He was lifeless. "What happened to him?" I asked, barely recognizing my own voice. "How did he die?" Leo winced before speaking. "He, um... He leaped over D'angelo Angelo's body after noticing the missiles being thrown at him. The missile went straight into his chest." My ears bled and I blinked back tears For D'Angelo to live, Grey had to die.

I glanced at Elijah over there. "Then, calm down. Try to inhale and exhale. Calm yourself down, and try to act normal now. Pretend that you don't know Harrison and Felicity at all. You are Lucia Hazel Gray. No longer Luciana Edith." Elijah tightened his embrace on my arm, and tried to give me strength now. I nodded my head slowly once again there. I must be able to face Harrison Hux and Felicity Rey now. Elijah was right. Very true. Now, I am no longer Luciana Edith. But I am Lucia Hazel Gray. The younger sister of Elijah Gray, CEO of Gray Company. I am Lucia.

broke, the humans fleeing in terror as the White Queen’s fury turned the battlefield into a graveyard of ice and stone. I launched myself toward the cliffs, my body a streak of violet fire. I didn't care about the pikes. I didn't care about the silver. I reached the top of the ridge and landed like a meteor. The mercenaries holding Félix’s net didn't even have time to scream before I vaporized them. I fell to my knees, my hands frantically tearing at the silver wires. "Lixie... Lixie, look at me!" His eyes were closed, his skin pale and cold. The silver had cut deep into his neck and chest. I pulled the second vial of Blue-Brier, my tears blurring my vision.

God, I want to wail and rage and crumple into a ball of nothingness. Ethan draws back. His face falls from apologetic to sympathetic. “I really am sorry for your loss.” He says sadly, then makes his way out of the room. Luke follows, and then it’s just me and Wilma. And Lexie’s dead body. Wilma crouches down and plucks the paper out of her hand. “Rigor mortis has already set in.” She mutters to herself like mental note, and hands over the paper to me.

“Should I? Are you by any chance one of the many women I have subdued?” “No!” Without him noticing, I approach and appear in front of him. I lift my head and reveal my ruby eyes. “I’m NICOLETTE GRAY!!! The one who must have died with her family... THE CURSED ALPHA!” “What? It’s impossible! You’ve been killed...” My voice comes out as if I dubbed and, in my hands, I form black flames! and said, “BUT NO!”

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

"I don't know specifics. Just... whispers. That someone named Lexie is coordinating it. That she survived the explosion that killed the Dark Hollows Luna." I kept my face neutral. "Lexie is alive?" "Apparently. Injured but alive. And angrier than ever." He wrapped a bandage around a gash on his arm. "The rumors say she's planning something major. Revenge against the Dark Hollows Pack. Against the Alpha who rejected her." Lexie. Alive. Planning. I should have known. Should have made sure she was dead before the explosion. "What else?" I pressed. "That's all I know. I swear." He met my eyes. "Are you... are you with the Dark Hollows Pack?"

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.