Mha Death Novels & Stories

The official cause of death was excessive bleeding. Maia had been the last person Chantelle had seen alive and was taken away by the police to assist in the investigation.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

His words landed like a bomb and even the air in the room seemed to grow heavier. Sharp gasps filled the room as murmurs broke out among those present. Maverick allowed it for a moment before continuing. “Monica Hale… the late daughter of Warrior Hale, who was executed for treason, is alive.” That statement alone sent another wave of shock through the room. “How is that possible?” “Wasn’t she killed years ago?” “Did she survive the execution?” Voices overlapped, rising in confusion and disbelief. Maverick exhaled slowly after a minute later and his expression hardening. The room fell silent almost instantly. No one dared speak over him.

Seeing me enter, the corners of Gina's mouth curled into a sinister smirk. The next second. Boom—! A massive heat wave swallowed me instantly. The bomb detonated right at my feet. Agonizing pain tore through my consciousness. My body was tossed like a kite with a cut string, smashing heavily into a pile of rubble. In the last second before my consciousness plunged into total darkness, through the overwhelming firelight, I saw a scene that would be branded into my memory forever. My husband, Marco, the man who sent me to die with bare hands.

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

“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.

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.

Cassian inquired. "No," Darren replied. "But…" "But what?" Cassian asked quickly. "Well, before that young man died, he was also dancing. According to his mother, it was the same kind of dance Tate did before he died." "Oh?" Cassian's eyes glinted thoughtfully. Darren continued, "Those people who died for no apparent reason all seemed to have danced before their deaths. It's very strange." "It really is strange," Cassian echoed. He'd never heard of anyone dancing right before they died.

Mom's complaints were cut short as she followed the officer, going deeper and deeper inside the precinct. "Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask. No one answered her, but she found out very soon. In the large morgue, the officer led Mom and Cindy to stand beside a body. "Here's Ms. Flora Saddler. We've found her for you." Mom lifted the white sheet with trembling hands. Cindy leaned in as well. But the moment she saw my lifeless, still-open eyes, she screamed and collapsed to the ground. All color drained from her face.

She sobs a little. I approach her and rub her back. "Davis confirmed." Davis was Max's best friend, they were always together. And Davis was dating Loren now. Max is dead. It seems incredible to me, until Friday I still watched him playing on campus with his friends, he smiled and celebrated his victories in a big way. Max was... the soul of that university and everyone loved him, but now... he is no more. It's amazing how one moment you are and the next day you're not. The future is uncertain.