Mari Death Novels & Stories

She's dead" Christ immediately corrected Shadow thinking making the young man look at Maria who squeezed her brow in curiosity. "What's wrong?" Maria asked as she collected the phone from Shadow. "Madam the lady is dead" Christ said for Maria to cover her mouth. "What? I asked you to torture her not kill her.. oh my goodness. Can't you boys just do a simple job for one? get rid of the body as soon as possible." Maria said hanging up with a frustrated look,

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

"Don't you dare call it. She's not...she can't..." Alaric looked down at Elara's face....pale, slack, empty of the light that had always burned so bright in her eyes. She was gone. The mate he'd claimed. The Luna who'd proven herself to every pack in the northern territories. Gone. "I'm so sorry," Caspian whispered, and Alaric realized his brother was on his knees. The strategic mind. The charming diplomat. On his knees, completely shattered. Mara's hands were glowing faintly as she began the final rites, the magical process of releasing the body's connection to the spiritual world. Letting her go. Accepting death.

Nera stood by the window, crying. "What did she say to you?" He asked "That I should free you," Nera turned Frank was quite unsure of what to say. "Marcus gets to die; you get to move on with a beautiful wife; and what do I get with my children?" She asked. "If I free you, what am I getting?" She yelled. "Was I the bad villain in this stupid life, and I get shit because it looks like you and Marcus got the easy way?" "Nera, calm down, and neither of us got it the easy way. Marcus died in an accident alone at night and bled to death," he explained.

Then he grabbed Noah on his arm and turned him around with amazing strength. Both crashed to the ground. Mara keuchte. Suri whipped loud. Elias looked in her direction. Right. Mara died. He had noticed her long ago. His look met her. And he smiled. Not surprised. Like he knew she would come. Noah jumped up. “Mara! Move!” But it was too late. Elias slowly set up, lifted both hands to show that he unarmed was. Then he spoke — directly to her. “If you want to know why Emilia died, come to the south tonight alone

Who could have thought that Mara knew the Gamma on that type of personal level. 'She is dead. He killed her,' Mara said covering her eyes as fresh tears filled her eyes. 'By he, do you mean the Gamma?' Dad asked. 'Yes,' Mara said and anger entered her eyes again. 'He is dead now Mara. He got what he deserved,' mom quickly said as she saw Mara's eyes go into slit with anger. 'How did your sister meet him?' Dad asked.

I said dismissively. *** As soon as the guards left, Bella walked into my office. She had a worried look on her face, “What is this I hear about dead bodies?” she asked walking towards me. Just then my phone rang. While I was still speaking to the caller, Denver walked in. I dropped my call and turned to them, “Mara is dead!” I said. “What!” Denver shouted and I nodded. Bella gasped, “How? What happened to her?” she asked.

Several warriors were running toward the cellar. Darren followed them. "What happened?" No one answered. He pushed past them and hurried down the stone staircase. The cellar was cold. Too cold. A strange metallic scent filled the air. Darren stopped. His wolf immediately reacted. Poison. His heart began pounding. He pushed forward. Mariah was lying on the floor. Her body was completely still. Darren froze. "No." A warrior knelt beside her and checked her pulse. His expression changed. "She's dead." The words struck Darren like a physical blow.

"Oh sure, next time you're feeling lonely and want a drinking buddy, I'll just be sure to have a would be hero to kill, or a village to burn down, or any other of the countless things the humans blamed on us as they torched their own towns and killed their neighbors." "Ugh... The fact is I've been stuck enduring too much crap due to this clown and then the moment he comes home he tries to up and die on me, and not even due to being slain, due to his own stupidity! Even if I was to do something like that It would be taxing on myself! H-Hey are you even listening!? Open those eyes!" Marielle leaned in closer to Christopher blinked a few times and turned back towards Alesia. "I think he's dead

Nonetheless, ‘she’ had more experience than her, and Danica had always respected her opinions. With a heavy sigh, Marie settled herself in the seat between them. “What’s wrong?” Danica asked. “Just heard George is dead.” That said, Marie waved at a server. “What?!” she exclaimed. Simultaneously, Marc asked, “George who?” It couldn’t be the George she met yesterday, could it? “George Miller, tall, brunette,” Marie answered after she ordered her drink to the server. “That’s him,” Danica pressed her temple, trying to process the information.