Messy Mya Death Novels & Stories

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.

"She's okay. Waitressing. Got her own place." "Still mad?" Dominic asked. "Little bit," Maya said. "Mostly sad though. About Wrench. About everything." Wrench died in prison eight months back. Infection from his legs.It Never got better, got worse. By the time they helped him it was too late. "Think about him," Dominic said. "About all of them. Ghost. Reaper. Everyone." "Me too," Maya said. "Ever regret it?" Dominic asked. "All this? Picking me that night?"

"No, listen to me! This is all a misunderstanding! I had no idea that she was preg—urgh!" Her voice stopped right after that. Her expression was frozen on her face. All that was left in her eyes was extreme fear. Blood gushed from her throat. Fenris' claws had cruelly and precisely sliced her throat. Lilith was dead. She died at the claws of the Alpha she schemed to have as her mate. I floated silently in the air as I watched all of this coldly. Memories of an afternoon long ago flashed in my mind. My parents excitedly told me that I was about to have a younger sister. I had waited for her in great delight, wanting to give each of my toys to her. I had even hoped she would grow up happily.

“Tessa, help me arrange a false death.” The moment the call connected, I got straight to the point. Tessa fell silent. “What happened?” I lowered my eyes to the photos still glowing on my screen. In them, Cassian was half-naked, with bite marks across his neck. The one taking the photo had stood close enough to make sure I would see everything. “I don’t want this anymore,” I said. “In five days, I’m leaving with the pup.”

We squealed like children, spinning each other just slightly, laughing in disbelief and emotion. “Do you know how I cried when I heard you were dead?” Myla whispered, still clinging to me. I pulled back, brows furrowed. “Why does everyone keep saying that? ‘Dead’?” She blinked at me, her face pale with memory. “Because there was a body, Zoey. A body. Someone made sure it looked like you died. Like you were gone for good.” My eyes widened, and a chill rolled down my back. “A body?”

A few minutes later and she was dead. Maika watched as the flames spread and eventually, it covered the dining. The harmony of their screams were like music to her ears. It was the least she could do to make up for their years of evil. Maika could not begin to count the number of people that had died at their hands. Maisey died last. Even in the midst of the fire, he smiled. His eyes were fixed on her as he died and she stared back at him, without a care in the world. He was not her father. He was an evil bastard and his reign of terror was finally over.

The parts that didn’t fit. I rose carefully from the bed, cradling my bump as I walked toward the desk near the window. The wolf house was silent, blanketed in the hush of the night. I pulled out the drawer, taking a piece of paper and a pen. I needed to see the pieces on paper. Maybe if I laid it out, something would make sense. I began to write. Timeline: *Maya "died" at Adrik’s hands. *Lucian was given ashes. The funeral was held.

She asked and I was relieved she asked John instead of me. John looked at me pleading with his eyes for me to do the talking but I just couldn’t bear it to break such news to her. He cleared his throat as I took a step closer to Jess. “Ma’am, Maya was found dead today by a dumpster.” He explained and her face which held smiles now turned sour. “Are we talking about the same Maya? My best friend?” She asked as she welcomed denial which I already anticipated. “Yes ma’am your best friend was found dead minutes ago.” His final words settled in the air as Jess closed her eyes and fainted.

Adara asked confused. Malachi sat down on the end chair. “I killed Mia earlier. I had hoped that you would all be asleep, but Kiran wasn’t. My next guess is that he woke James, and they went to clean up the den and got rid of her body.” “Why?” she asked him. They had all liked Mia, everyone except me. “Mia’s maiden name is Miller.” The sentence hung in the air while Malachi waited for everyone to make the connection. “Alexandra Miller was her sister and yes that makes Alexander her nephew.”