Lucy's Death Novels & Stories

two other pack warriors. She’s fighting and yelling. When I turn my head the house catches fire and flames engulfs the home I felt safe in. They throw Lucy to the ground near me and I try to crawl to her, but she shakes her head no. She looks up at Alexander who is now standing in front of her. The two warriors are holding her up by her arms on each side. “Ah Lucy, was wondering where you’ve been, it seems as your mate has also gone missing from the pack. Any idea as to where both Lucian and Griffin along with 40 others of my missing pack.” Because Lucy was apart of the pack the moment she lied to Alexander he would know and her fate would be sealed. But she didn’t say anything didn’t put h

He froze when he saw Lucy on the ground, then rushed over and lifted her into his arms, shouting for a doctor. But it was already too late. Due to the severe hemorrhage, the full-term baby—almost ready to be born—was gone. Lucy, maybe sensing the death of her child, refused to wake. When her husband, Geroge, arrived, he saw her like that and gave up hope. He quietly turned and walked out without saying a word. Everyone understood what it meant. He was done with her. Nate stared at the blood on his hands, still in a daze.

She crawled forward, drowning in tears, but the staff stopped her. "Don't go near it, ma'am. It's still hot!" Lucy pushed them away, sobbing uncontrollably. "That's my son! Didn't you see him sit up? This is murder!" I held back my laughter, maintaining an expression of concern as if trying to console a grieving elder. "Mom, Christoper is already gone. Please stay strong." Lucy, trembling with rage, lunged at me like a wild animal. "You vile woman! You killed my son! Give him back to me!"

Helpless and alone, she collapsed onto the cold, damp floor of the cave, her breath growing more shallow with each passing moment. "Goodbye, Lucy. I hope you enjoy your final moments." Cassandra, satisfied with her cruel deed, turned her back on the dying woman and made her way out of the cave, leaving Lucy to face her inevitable demise in the darkness. As she left the cave, Lucy's breathing became labored, and her vision became so faint. ***

"Is this elderly woman... mentally unstable?" I nodded, and the police officer understood. In the end, Dylan's death was ruled an accident. The funeral was simple. Lucy and I were the only ones there, while Kenneth didn't even show up. Standing in front of the grave, Lucy suddenly said, "We're the only two left." "No," I corrected her. "It's just you." I turned and walked away without looking back. - A year later, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city lights below.

She smiled, Lucy nodded in agreement. In a twinkle of an eye and even before Lucy had the chance to register anything that's happening, Cassandra appeared right in front of her and then she sank her claws into her chest and grabbed her heart. Lucy's eyes widen with shock and disbelieve. "The only far place you'll be going to is hell darling." Cassandra smirked before bringing her heart out of her chest. Lucy collapsed to the floor, dead "Now that's settled." #Flash-ends

Then Jackson chuckles and turns back to Uncle John. “Poor Lucy was tickling the devil’s testicles … she just didn’t realize it,” the twin continues. Uncle John takes over. “Alexander made sure to ‘deal’ with the problem.” He makes air quotes so exaggerated they almost snap. His face goes pale, tight like a drawn bowstring. And I know it must be bad. “How?” Logan asks. “Let’s just say Harry got dealt with properly.” Uncle John’s voice drops to a near whisper. “And Lucy was killed — hanged in her own home.”

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

Her chest ached so badly she could barely breathe. “I tried, Dad,” she whispered. A tear slid down her cheek and landed softly on his hospital gown. “I tried to find another way.” The machine beside him beeped steadily, the green line on the monitor continuing its rhythm. Every heartbeat, every breath, was being paid for by Adrian Matthews — the same man who had humiliated her yesterday and planned to parade her around like a trophy on Saturday. That was when Lucy truly understood. Her fight had ended before it even began. She had no choice but to walk into that cathedral. She could not wait for Jonathan to save her, and she could not hope for a legal miracle. There wasn’t enough time, and t

He hesitated. Then he said quietly, “We just got news.” My chest tightened. “About what?” He looked at Adrian. Adrian walked closer. His voice was low. “Lucy is dead.” The world suddenly felt quiet. I stared at him. “…What?” Caleb spoke gently. “She died in the forest.” My heart sank. Lucy. Even after everything… even after the ritual… even after the conflict… She didn’t deserve that. “And Rowan?” I asked.