Lucy's Death Novels & Stories

She muttered and slowly looked away. “You fucking need help.” Lucy said to her and she nodded in agreement. “I promise to explain everything to you guys. I had to do the best thing I could do at that moment, I had to make you both forget everything. You watched your mother die and… “ “I didn't die.” Clara cut him off. “Yes, she faked her death.” Lucy said. “What? Why?” Kaylen asked. “I didn't fake my death, I was alive. You all just didn't know I was.”

I demanded, my heart racing with anticipation. Lucy's eyes darted wildly, her voice barely above a whisper. "She didn't die! She's alive... and she's closer than you think. But she's unaware... and if she remembers, there will be death. There will surely be more deaths." Lucy's voice rose to a frantic pitch. "I don't want to die! I want to live! I want to live!" Before I could respond, Lucy's teeth sank into my hand. I yelped in pain, releasing my grip on her arm. She tore free, her eyes flashing with a crazed light as she turned to flee.

They picked the latter. They should’ve known this was a battle they’d never win. I stepped closer to Alpha Torrance’s lifeless body sprawled across the dirt. His empty eyes stared at nothing, his throat barely hanging together from where my claws had torn through it. An Alpha who died without honor, all because of his daughter’s choices. He died protecting a traitor. But that choice led my warriors right to Lucy, cowering in the basement of her family’s mansion, thinking she could hide from death. Instead, she invited destruction upon her own pack.

She turned and exited, leaving behind a silence that screamed. I stared after her, everything inside me twisting. No. That wasn’t possible. The prison had been reduced to rubble. No survivors. No one could have escaped not with the explosion, not with the flames. Lucy was dead. She had to be. I darted to my vanity, knocking a vase off its pedestal in my haste. My hands trembled as I grabbed the phone and punched in the number for my informant embedded in the royal hospital the one whose loyalty I had bought.

"Dead? No... I'm not. It’s not possible. I was just... I was just with my mom and my aunt. Right before the sound. I was running to the gate." Lucy let out a dry sound that was barely a laugh, her arms crossing over her chest. "Your dead aunt and mom? And now you’re here on the shoreline with me? What exactly do you think you're doing hanging out with dead people if you aren't dead, Sarah?" I opened my mouth to argue, but the words dissolved on my tongue. The logic was undeniable, a brutal, crushing weight settling into my stomach. My mother was dead, Aunt Margaret was dead, and if Lucy... who had been shot and killed right in front of my eyes during Caleb's rescue... was standing here pulli

"What happened to them?" "Car accident. A drunk driver ran a red light." Lucy stared at the fountain, her vision blurring. "Carrick and I were in college. Well, I was in college. Carrick had just dropped out, but Mom and Dad didn't know yet. They were on their way to visit me for my birthday when it happened." "Lucy..." "They died instantly. That's what the police said. Like that was supposed to make it better." Lucy wiped at her eyes angrily. "One minute they were alive, excited to see me, probably arguing over what restaurant to take me to. And the next they were just... gone."

It wasn’t the most exciting role, but Lucy had loved it so much that she’d worn her strawberry costume around the house for a good month before her mom had finally put her foot down. That had been before her mom had gotten sick. Before her father had gotten mean. Before the family had fallen apart. Lucy had been eight when Beatrice Younger had died, so her memories were less vivid than her older siblings’. Trent, Thea, Ash and Phin could remember when their mother had been happy; Lucy couldn’t. Her loss had been more like a dark hole, a place that could never be filled again. Lucy shoved away the memories. It was too pretty of a morning to wallow in the past. She was here, filming a movie wi

But his childhood was anything but a happy. “You died giving birth to him, so I don’t know what you expected.” Hector chuckled but I looked from him to Auri, wide-eyed. “Died? You died?” She nodded but didn’t offer any other details. When I looked back at Hector, he had fallen back again in our steps. “How did you die?” Auri’s hand came up and touched her throat. Lucy had said she lost her voice and nearly died at the hands of a vampire but I didn’t realize she meant she had actually died and they managed to save her.

"They admitted to everything! You! You were the one who gave orders to them to kill Hailey in that fire!" When Lucy saw those men, she knew there was no point denying anything, and she let it all out. "Yes! I did it! So what if I did? I was the one who caused her sister's death too! It serves her right for trying to marry you. She had no right to take you away from me! She deserved this! I'm the one who loves you the most!" Lucy's words exploded in Ian's ears like a bomb, and he stared at her in disbelief. "What… What did you just say?"

“A year later, he died.” My breath catches. “He got into a fight protecting someone,” she says softly. “That was the kind of man he was. He died before I could tell him…” She stops herself, shaking her head lightly. Asher frowns. “Did you cry?” Lucy lets out the smallest laugh. “For a very long time.” Silence settles over us after that. Then she looks at me again, and suddenly I understand this conversation isn’t about her anymore. “You are doing what I did,” she says quietly.