Mha Death Novels & Stories

"Do you think just because we held the coronation ceremony and you became my Luna, you can do whatever you please? Let me be clear—if you don't reflect and confess, don't even think about getting out." Even now, he was still waiting for me to beg. Too bad I could no longer oblige. Leo was still holding Sophia, murmuring reassurances, when a subordinate burst through the door: "Alpha! The Luna—she... she appears to be dead!"

"I want to see if the Board’s insurance covers a total loss." ​We stepped out into the hallway, two monsters in hospital gowns, ready to turn the 2026 miracle of medicine into a nightmare of ancient debt.

He had already read it front to back and then skipped around in the middle a few times rereading parts of it. “You didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement did you?” He glanced up at her. “No. The Death Contract covered all of that.” “Well according to this the Death Contract is void because the divorce is presented by Mr. Maxwell.” “Oh…” Meredith wasn’t really sure what that meant. “Meri… You get half of everything. All assets, all income, all retirement, Meri this is rather unprecedented for such a short marriage. The only thing you do not have any claim to according to this is his inheritance.”

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

Von’s POV Through the hospital window, Chris's covered body was being prepared for the morgue. One conspiracy architect dead, the other about to be captured. "We're winning," I said quietly. "Winning feels like drowning," Marissa replied. "Just slower." Before I could respond, Marcus's phone buzzed with an alert. He checked it, face going white. "We have a massive problem." "What?" He turned the phone toward us. News headline, breaking: RICHARD HALE DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE AT LAX

"I need you to understand me clearly. Mr. Dex has passed on. Time of death was 14:32. I am incredibly sorry for your loss." There was a pause and I could tell Dr. Harrison was trying hard to say the right things but there's nothing right about the death of a person. Not just any body... Dex. You need to get Ms Hale back to the facility before you break the news. We want to make sure she's within the premises incase the news affects her more than we imagined. Remember she's still under treatment."

” Aloha had prepared a massive speech to defend and prove his point, he was speaking like a persuasive speaker to convince me. However, my eyes were fixated at the end of the list, “Marcel Vincenzo. Date of death: 17th August 2044.” Seeing my son’s eighteenth birthday as his date of death buckled my knees, trembling my heart. I lost my footing briefly as my legs seemed to lose all their bones, Moira helped me to sit on the chair. With my heart drumming in my ears, I could help but cried out. “No, Maddox can’t do this to me.”

His eyes widened and he reached for Brick before trying to speak as blood oozed from his mouth blocking off his words and choking him to death in the end. Brick couldn't believe it, rage filled him as he turned his head in the direction of a thick bushel of trees where he believed given the shot's trajectory it had come from and effectively silenced Charlie Mack before he could give the whole story. In the end, he died like his brother, Clarence Mack shot dead on his own land by an unknown assailant. Both cases appeared to have been over the same woman.

I could not even remember how. At the very least, I should thank him for serving as our first lab rat and providing such valuable data. … That night, the hospital informed me that he had killed himself shortly after I left by drinking a bottle of sanitizer. They pronounced him dead soon after. I gave a noncommittal "mm-hmm" and told the hospital to handle the body. His funeral was simple: no ceremony, no pomp, no ritual, not even a single guest. I watched as they lowered him into the grave. At last, it was over.