Mha Death Novels & Stories

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.

"The authorities must look into this and seek justice for the victim!" Brenda completely lost her mind. When the police officers showed up at their door, she led them right into the basement. "This is it! Hazel was bludgeoned to death at this very spot." Layla and Philip tried to cover Brenda's mouth, but Brenda managed to squirm free. She came running toward me all of a sudden. She grinned from ear to ear. "Hazel, don't come after me. Go after them! Go after them!" I looked at her with my eyes wide. I wondered if she had really started seeing spirits after having done too many bad things.

My eyes stayed wide open, burning with fury that had nowhere left to go. The sound of gagging erupted behind Dad. The staff broke apart, covering their mouths as they turned away. Dad stepped closer, staring at the body hanging from the chains. His eyes bulged in horror. "What the hell is that?" He stared at the mangled flesh, where bone shards jutted out, looking unnaturally white. Even I couldn't deny how disgusting it looked. Marcus' voice broke as he finally yelled, "Alpha Jack, it's Ava! She's dead!"

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

I whisper, not really sure how to handle this situation with grace in my current state. “He settled the bill before he left. He seemed like he really wanted to come to say goodbye, but it was urgent pack business.” She says. She looks around and leans closer. “They found two dead bodies on pack lands and the old beta is missing. Not a good look for Alpha James,” she mutters, making an ‘oh shit,’ face. “Right,” I mutter as I stand, and she shows me the way out. The second I hit the sidewalk, I straighten myself and my dress and make my way to Haley’s house. If James says I need to work with her to become a pack member, then I will go to her right now and get shit taken care of.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.

“What is it, Commander?” Storr blinked and cleared his throat. He gave Keyla a significant look before he spoke. “The . . . uh, the Maajira -” He cleared his throat a second time. “The Maajira is dead.” They all looked at one another in shock, Keyla’s face becoming a mask of disbelief. She leaned against Randey, still processing the statement. He wrapped his arm around her, feeling great surprise himself. He hadn’t known the woman, but to have the Head Sorceress of the Na’Himara die was a shock. He couldn’t help wondering about the timing of it, and he glanced at the others with a worried frown. Keyla looked up at him, even in her grief seeing what it was he was thinking.

Harrison asked, wanting to go in. It was the same doctor who took care of the Chairman when he slumped in the Monroe's mansion. Lyra knew something was wrong with the look on the doctor's face. “Mr. Stephen Monroe was declared dead on October 7, 2023, at 5:14 pm," The doctor announced. The General Secretary's eyes lips up, a wide grin spreading across his face. “The Chairman's dead?"