Messy Mya Death Novels & Stories

"Brandon and three of his best were captured... Reuben was killed." A gasp left Mya's lips. Her lips wobbled as she stumbled back. She almost collapsed to the floor but Kai sped to catch her. Mya let out a long, mournful wail, holding onto Kai's arm. Cinnia pulled at Denzel's hand. "What is it? Why is she like that?" "Brandon is her mate...and Reuben was her brother." "Oh shit." Cinnia stepped forward and enclosed Mya in an embrace. "I'm so sorry, Mya. I am so sorry," She whispered into her ear while Mya sobbed against her.

Then another scream again. “We had Mia, who was killed during one of the hunts,” Dela said. “Who is Mia?” I asked. I had gotten used to making a conversation with Dela. While she still terrified me, she was nothing but sweet to me. Well, sweet in her own way. Her way of being sweet was different from other people. “One of the maids’ daughter,” she replied. “She was not so pretty. A good riddance, I might say. When Kiara brought her body, her face was badly messed up. It was as if someone ate off her face.”

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

"Ugh—so gross! The bad woman became a stinky woman!" Even Ryan looked at me with concern and confusion. "Mia, what's wrong with you?" What's wrong with me? I stared at them, my mind slow to process. Then it hit me. This was the stench coming from my body. I was already dead. Without Ryan's love, I had three days before I would completely disappear. At this realization, panic flooded through me. I didn't want to die yet. I still wanted to have my own pup. I still wanted to see all the beauty this world had to offer.

Then… "I'm sorry. The patient is brain-dead. We could not bring her back." The relief surgeon stood in front of me, his head lowered. I came back into my body. I grabbed his collar. "Where is Diana? She left in the middle of my mother's surgery to go to a birthday party?" He did not answer. A nurse showed me her phone–Diana's social media post. The background was my apartment. Marco, and four other men, were around her. I turned and ran out of the hospital. The image of my mother lying open on the table stayed in my mind.

“Come in. We were just about to come find you.” She walked into the room, loving the fond looks Jared and Beck were giving her. “Food is almost ready. I thought you guys might need a break,” her brows furrowed as she noticed the atmosphere in the room. “Is everything all right? You all look like you have seen a ghost.” “We might have,” Hayden said, rubbing his eyes. “Jared’s contact says Troy Strauss is dead.” Myla froze. “Dead? But... the note? The shooting?” “Exactly,” Jared said, pulled her in, and gave her a soft peck. “If he is dead, then we are back to square one.”

The air thick with two Alphas' pheromones—sweat and dominance—so heavy it turned my stomach. My phone buzzed. A message from a neighbor in the Grey Zone. Five words. "Your sister Maya is dying." Barefoot, I scrambled off the bed and ran, bolting through the mess on the floor. The shack smelled of blood. Thick, spoiled blood. Maya was curled on her worn mat, dark liquid seeping from the corners of her mouth, her nostrils. Her body convulsed in violent, wrenching spasms. "Maya!" I dropped to my knees beside her, hands frantic, trying to wipe the blood away, but it wouldn't stop. It just kept coming.

Maia's POV I was dead, but my soul hadn't moved on. I drifted through the world of the living and watched them discover my body in that dungeon—or what was left of it. The sight made me want to scream, but ghosts couldn't make a sound. Silver Wood territory erupted in panic. My brother, Alpha Ethan Wells, decided to handle the murder investigation himself. My chest tightened. He was going to be pissed that I'd caused trouble again. I floated beside my mangled corpse in the inner chamber of the Moon Shrine. Silver blades had carved me into pieces, and I couldn't look away.

Mia kept on nodding her head vertically as she spoke very slowly. "So how did they die?" I found my stupid self asking. I just had to open my big mouth and as expected I got a very stern look from Lakshmi who opened her eyes very wide as she folded her lips. She looked very mad at me but Mia, who I expected to leave the room, immediately stayed there and was more focused on the ceiling. She didn't look sad or angry, infact her face showed no emotion at all. "They were killed" Mia finally told me before averting her gaze rather very quickly.