Mari Death Novels & Stories

I stood up on the ground and walked towards me, holding firmly to his chest. “For your information, Maria is fucking dead. She slit her throat with a knife!” I felt a cold shiver run through my spine as I heard those words, Maria murdered herself? And for what. Maybe she felt guilty for losing a child, that's certainly unlikely of her. Her plans must have gone south just like mine. It seemed like every other person had accepted their fate except for me. I fell to the ground as my knees were too weak to hold me up. “Jason Kennedy, your reign has come to an end!” The voice in my head kept on saying again and again.

Her powers fade, and Maeve… turns back to me. “This whole time? This is what you were guarding?” I nod, my mouth going impossibly dry. Marianna leans her head against my shoulder, panting in pain. Soren starts forward, leaning in to murmur something to Maeve, and then she just disappears in a haze of crimson smoke that fades from the space as quickly as it came. I look at Soren, meeting his gaze. He gives him a short, simple nod to confirm that the man downstairs, the man who terrorized Marianna, Skye, and Leona for years… is dead.

All they were to know were his name and the wedding date but Mariam had a cry close relationship with her father but even at that, the man didn't take insubordination lightly, not even from her. She sighed again and kept staring out the window, a lone tear fell from her eye but she didn't bother to wipe it, right now all she wanted to do was to cry. She had practically spent her entire life being groomed up for an unknown man that would come and move her from this grand cell and into another and the only person who could cure her aching heart had been gruesomely killed in her presence. As much as she did not want to think about it, she could not help the memories that flooded in, for the fir

It seemed like the potion had made him more irresistible. She had never been attracted to men much younger than her but Liam was so alluring. Liam noticed her stare and he cleared his throat. Marija recovered from her trance and walked to the bed. "You killed her?" "Yes. I am trying to raise an army of the dead, do you expect me to dig up skeletons from their graves? Of course not!" He exclaimed and shrugged his shoulders. Matilda sighed; "But that didn't give you a right to kill an innocent girl"

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

Like she’d already lived through this moment in her head long before the rest of us arrived here. “She died,” I said again. Mara studied me for a long second. “She’s not dead.” The word hit harder than shouting would’ve. I stared at her. Something cold moved through the hollow space inside my chest. I stepped closer before I realized I’d moved at all. “Mara.” “A Veyrith cannot be permanently killed.” The courtyard disappeared for one disorienting second. All of it narrowed into those six words. I looked at her like I’d never seen her clearly before.

Sadly, her mother is dying of cancer. She was also shocked to see Mathias after so many years. Especially considering that he still looks like he’s in his twenties. She was amazed when we explained why he was still so young. They made their peace, which made it a happy reunion. Unfortunately, Marael disappeared without a trace during the battle. Mathias isn’t too worried. But from what Nevaeh and Mikhail told me about her plans for Lukan, I feel there’s more that we don’t know.

“Goodbye, Charles Gregory. Don’t ever call me again. Don’t ever reach out. And if you have a shred of sense left, you’ll stop hunting Ricardo Borrelli before you lose your girl too.” Click. The line goes dead. I lower the phone slowly with numbness. The silence of the condo is louder than ever. Maria’s dead. She’s really gone. And somehow… I didn’t see it coming. If anything I thought he’d threaten her at least. Maybe use her. Not this. Not kill her. I sit back on the bed, staring down at the glass of whiskey like it holds all the answers I’ve lost. But it doesn’t. Still, this changes nothing. If anything… It fuels the fire.

She had been trying to warn Maria all along. "Maria?" Mr. Thomspon looked back and asked. "Is everything okay? You look pale." "Marcus Chen is dead," she said. "They killed him." "What?" She told him everything Sarah had said. Mr. Thomspon was scared, so Robert is cleaning up his mess and getting rid of anybody twhoay want to stand in his way. "So we have to get smart and work fas,," Maria said. "Before he gets rid of us t ,too

“And now I’ll kill yours.” She didn’t know she’d spoken aloud until it left her mouth. People around her froze. The priest hesitated mid sentence. Detectives stiffened. But Marielle didn’t care. She turned, chin high, black dress trailing behind her like spilled ink, and walked down the aisle of mourners as if it were a battlefield she would claim later. The funeral wasn’t closure. It was a beginning. A trigger. A promise. The underworld would fall silent for a few days, waiting for the next move, but Marielle wouldn’t. She already knew her next target.