Lucy's Death Novels & Stories

My breath fogging the glass. And the thought, over and over: My father died thinking I didn't care enough to come home. --- Robert helps me inside his house and sits me on the couch. He sits across from me, elbows on his knees. "I thought you knew," he says finally. "Lucy, I swear I thought you knew. Kelvin told everyone at the funeral that you'd just had surgery. Emergency surgery. That you couldn't travel. That it was too dangerous for you to come." I stare at him.

Lucy chuckled. “But congratulations, Caramel. You succeeded in snatching the trash I had been holding for years. Thanks to you, I can finally live a good life without that huge bag of dirt weighing me down. Thank you for helping take out the trash, you piece of shit!” Lucy cussed and ended the call without waiting for a reply. "I really did help her take out the bag of trash," she said slowly, as the realisation hit her. She stood for a minute and suddenly screamed loudly and punched the air in frustration. Passersby looked at her like she had lost her mind.

She raised her sad and helpless eyes at me and pleaded in a hoarse voice: "Zoe, please help me save her. Don't let anything happen to Lucy. She's my best friend." I studied Lucy’s cold body and the gaping wound on her back. Her blood had slowly coagulated and the place where the spell of death had struck her was charred. Lucy had lost her signs. I shook my head, took in the dark air and sighed. "I'm sorry, Rose. There's nothing I can do now.” The spell of death had struck Lucy’s back, which was a critical part of the body. When the spell of death struck her, it had to spread quickly throughout her body. Most of the injured usually die in a few minutes.

Richard had arranged for Alex to flee abroad, but Lucy created a spectacular scene at the airport, sobbing and pleading with him not to leave her behind. When police arrived, Alex panicked and shoved Lucy over a railing. In his frantic escape attempt, he fell and broke his leg. I had a front-row seat to the whole disaster from a nearby café, video calling Lucas while providing a blow-by-blow account of the unfolding drama. Though it wasn't a high fall, Lucy struck the back of her head at just the wrong angle and died instantly. Alex never made his escape and was charged with involuntary manslaughter. I often wondered what Richard thought when he received this news from his detention cell.

Always Lucien. My fingers curled into fists beneath the table, nails digging into my palms. "We have no choice. They are both hurting my father. The more time passes, the weaker he gets. They need to make sacrifices, just as he has. If we don’t act now, it will be too late, and I—" My voice faltered, just for a moment. "I can’t lose him too." Calum nodded. Marty as well. But Azriel? He merely studied me, his gaze sharp, unreadable. Like he was dissecting my words, searching for something beneath them.

Isis lowered her eyes to the floor. Hazel had tears in her eyes as she spoke." What happened next, Isis?" "I ran to Zach and Abby and told them what happened. Zach and a few of his wol—I mean bodyguards went to go help. But when they got there, Lucy was dead and your Dad was crying over her body," Isis gasped. "We sent word to Genny and she told Julia. They came the next day to prepare for Lucy's funeral. The police got involved, but we couldn't tell them about witches and all that, so we made it look like she died in childbirth."

But it was useless. Peter looked up at her, mouth twitching. His last words slurred through blood: “Wilma died because of you, never forget that.” Then he stilled. Gone. Lucy sat frozen. Her breathing ragged. Her hands sticky with blood that wasn’t hers. Caleb stared at the body for a long beat, then turned to Lucy. His voice came low, ice-cold. “He died too quick ” He looked at the broken chain links and the pool of blood, then added, voice sharper now,

He saw Lucy, her tears, her pleas and the last moment when she pointed to her protruding belly where a little child was nestled before she was taken away. The hounds that killed her at his order certainly had no mercy for the dying woman, or for the little unborn child. As she was borne away, it took all the Alpha Supreme could do several minutes afterwards to rush to the scene of the killing. It was too late though to save, even the baby. Lucy was dead. As the several years passed, it became clear to the Alpha that he had lost all he had and all he hoped to get when he killed Lucy. Nothing and no one could understand his predicament. He had, in effect, also died.

Lucy's face drained of color. I walked out of the hospital with Yvonne, and she punched me playfully. "Wow… Your ex-wife still hasn't gotten over you, huh?" I laughed and wrapped my arm around her. "Honey, be careful. You're this far along. Don't hurt yourself." The next time I heard about Lucy, she had passed. A friend called to ask if I wanted to go to her funeral. I looked at my wife lying asleep in bed, her face still pale a few days after giving birth. In the crib beside her, our baby reached out, gripping my finger and cooing.

, she said on the phone and quickly turned it off after leaving the restroom. --- Lucy was dead and that's the truth.