Lexie Grey Death Novels & Stories

The room was bathed in a sinister glow as the dark magic tore through the intruders, their cries of pain mingling with the howling wind. When the last of the Fortuna witches fell, Aqua stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dark energy receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her trembling and exhausted. The sight of her parents' lifeless bodies brought her to her knees, and she sobbed uncontrollably, the pendant now a dull black stone against her chest. She barely noticed Aunt Cleo's arrival, the older woman's face etched with grief and determination. Cleo's arms wrapped around Aqua, pulling her close. "It's over, Aqua," she whispered, her voice choked with emot

No, not to defeat him, but to kill him. We looked at the Lycanthrope in front of us, who was so strong and speedy. Kyson Night.. Yes.. He is Kyson Night.. A strong Lycanthrope.. The last Lycanthrope in existence. “I want to kill them,” Celia growled menacingly. “Yes.. We should kill them,” I whispered in a vicious voice. ‘Kill them.. Kill them.. Kill them..’ That thought kept popping up in our minds. I created more and more water whips, as much as I could.

' "I'm sorry, Emily, but I already have a hunch who did poison you." Emily let out a long sigh. It's okay, Leia. She murmured, "I know who did this because someone hates me..." as she pointed the finger at herself. "And I know that they want me dead and the alpha's successor simply so that they may rule the alpha's realm," said the second character. Leia let out a long, heavy sigh. Emily, I will look into both the rouges and the hunters. I'll be right back, and I swear that I won't come back with any injuries.' Emily heard what Leia had to say right before she disappeared into her consciousness.

Chapter Six ~ Lexa ~ “You’re being soft.” Grey growled at me. “I’m being human.” I answered, trying to think of what our plan could be. “Lexa, you won’t let them hurt her, right?” Gracie asked, moving from her hiding spot. “Gracelyn, you aren’t supposed to get up until we say it’s safe.” Grey reprimanded, sounding so fierce the little girl practically dropped back into the hole. “It is safe, Grey.” I told them tiredly. This day had turned out to be absolutely emotionally draining. “Get her some food and water. If she’s dead, we have no hope of finding Will. Or taking the operation down from the inside.”

Tyler tells Lexie and she let out a chuckle and said, “Is that what the two of you were doing. Xavier is going to be dead before the two of you get along long enough to save him.” Lexie then began to dial a number into my phone, and I looked at her confused and asked, “Who are you calling?” “The one person I know that can help us.” Lexie said as she listened for the caller to pick up and then said, “Cash, I am so sorry, but I need your help again.”

Trixie looked at Mylan and nodded knowing she was telling the truth, but she was starting to think she couldn't tell anymore because she didn't detect the lie she said about this Griffin being Soko. Which was impossible unless she was the one who couldn't see or have finally lost her mind like Mina always said. And it wasn't like the Griffin was listening to her because she was heading to the ground landing right in front of her friends. Trixie hopped down from not Soko, Ji'lahni immediately ran up to her and hugged her before punching her in the arm. Dyelon was right behind her, lifting Trixie like a child until she was eye level with him. “Just because you can come back to life, I can’t, s

I didn’t take my eyes off Lex. “Talk,” I said. Lex exhaled slowly, almost like he was bored. “Ghostshade grows in two nearly identical strains. One heals. One accelerates blood corruption. The difference is in the root coloration after harvest.” Maeve froze. “That’s not in any known record.” “No,” Lex agreed calmly. “Because most healers die before they can record it.” Silence hit the room like a physical force and my wolf surged hard beneath my skin, pressing against control I was barely maintaining.

Could she really kill a man, this man? "No," he said, and honesty shone in his intelligent, now-gray eyes. She hadn't noticed his eyes had changed colors before. They were a now a beautiful, steel gray. "But we can't ignore orders from the Coven," he went on. His answer gave her some degree of relief. She didn't want to find out if she could bring herself to kill him. But the relief was a fleeting thing. If they couldn't ignore orders from the Coven, how could they possibly save Amber?

For love had to be the strongest of all emotions to induce even the smallest of tears. They say once you have mastered being alone, you are ready for the company of others, that doesn't make it easy though. There is no one to accompany her today. No, not even the wind as he howls and screeches his way past a damaged leaving her to mourn her way through the city alone. Tonight, the buildings are dressed in mourning black; a parting gift from the fiery beast that has vanquished but everything she has held dear.. her father. Amelia steps from the old beauty parlour into the street. Only a few seconds back she has been bathed in the gentle glow of the street lamps, now there is only darkness. Fr

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!