Lexie Grey Death Novels & Stories

Another lurched behind it. Gabriel stepped past Evelyn and drove the blunt end of his axe into its knee hard enough to fold the leg backward. The infected hit the ground face-first. Before it could claw itself upright, Gabriel brought the axe down again. Not dramatic. Not wasteful. One hard strike, then he was moving, already looking for the next one.

Sliding Grey off my back. Lucius does the same with Mia. Luke and Jayson are on the other side of us. ‘Please work.’ I say as I slide Grey’s now dead body into the water. Lucius slides Mia in at the same time. We watch as the two sink into the dark.

Something wet suddenly ran down her temples and dripped on the dusty ground as she tried to stand up. “You must die, Lexie. We can't go on with our deal anymore." "Wait. Wait. Don't kill me. Please. Don't kill me, Rafe. DON'T!" Lexie jerked up in a sitting position. Her breath hitched. Her forehead was flooded with beads of sweat so profusely that the pajamas clinging to her body were drenched in sweat. The air around her was damp and cold. The room was brightly lit without the gloom Lexie had imagined it would be. And somehow her bedroom window opened wide, made the white curtains in her room flutter brutally and dramatically.

Lexi said firmly. "No, Lexi! I can’t let anything happen to you and our baby." "Grey, do you trust me?" she asked, her voice unwavering. "Of course, Baby." END OF FLASHBACK THIRD POV The news of Lexi’s death spread quickly, dominating every media outlet. Almost everyone mourned her loss—everyone except Anna and Minda, the masterminds behind the tragedy. There wasn’t even a proper wake held for Lexi; her body had been burned beyond recognition, so the Sandoval family had her cremated immediately.

“And how do you know about this and I don’t?” Harrison shrugged. “I have my ways.” “You’re all the way in Germany, that doesn’t make sense.” The male from the other end raised his index finger and placed on his lips, making a shushing noise. “A trickster never reveals his ways.” This caused Lucien to chuckle and shake his head. That sounded so wrong coming from his friend. “So, do you want to know who your opponent is?” “Don’t care.” Lucien deadpanned and was about to continue his work when his best friend affirmed. “Grey Enterprise. Your opponent is Alexandra Grey, president of the mighty Grey Enterprise.”

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

We walked in a world of muffled thuds and labored breathing. The Grey Erase was not a fog. It was a sentient, clinging miasma. It felt like walking through a spider’s web made of ice and ash. It stuck to our skin, grey and cloying, trying to leach the warmth from our bodies. For the normal warriors, it was a torture. For Leo, it was a death sentence. I could hear his heartbeat stuttering, his lungs rattling as the salt-dust began to crystallize in his throat. “Leo, stay close to me,” I commanded, my voice cutting through the silence.

The flames were a strange, ghostly blue. The world around us began to collapse. The ceiling caved in, revealing the endless, pitch-black void beyond. Through the blaze, I heard the giant mechanical eyeball let out a piercing scream before it finally exploded. The violent blast swallowed me whole. This time, however, I didn't feel the agony of dying. What I felt was a kind of detachment. It was like my soul was being yanked out of this body and dropped into a deeper layer of reality.

Persephone paused, noticing the fire burning in Kriss’ eyes, knowing he might do something drastic. And everyone froze when Kriss licked his lips in bloodlust, a sinister smirk reaching his lips. “Ah.. it’s been a while.” He said, voice deeper, huskier with a hint of tempt. He didn’t chanted this time, exhaled deeply, staring intensely at Gray, calling his spell, “White Death.” “What the-” None of them got a chance to speak anything, white patterns began to emerge on their bodies, restricting their breaths, suffocating them.

I said, my voice echoing off the wet brick walls. ​"No," Julian said, his eyes flashing with a sudden, sharp intensity. "There is a man. A 'Eraser' in the Grey Sector. He specializes in removing Board tech from people who don't want to be found. But he doesn't take money. He takes 'Time'." ​We emerged into the Grey Sector. This wasn't the 2026 of glass skyscrapers and holographic ads. This was the old city—gritty, smelling of fried oil and ozone, where the streetlights flickered with a dying orange glow.