Mha Mirko Death Novels & Stories

Stefano said. There was no one around him, but he could feel a pair of eyes was watching from somewhere. "It didn't matter what I saw," Mira answered as she stepped out. Stefano glanced at her. "He died to save this world that had nothing to do with him." Mira sat on the bench and looked up to the night sky, and the full moon brightened the world. "He did what he thought right."

They all saw him now rattling in pain. "Why don't you save yourself now, huh?" Asked one of the men from our side, in what appeared to be ridiculed. The rest of our men laughed at his jokes but, Milan was not going to take it lightly. He tried to stand to his feet and stab the Alpha with the knife that he left on the ground. It did not go well with him because the Alpha never allowed it to happen. The Alpha stabbed Milan in his stomach with a long sword, and more of his blood flowed to the ground. That was the end of Milan, he died like a dog, just like Magaritha. It was the end of the two greatest problems I and the Alpha had faced in our lives. Never shall we see them again! And never shal

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.

” 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.”

Running quickly into Mira's room, they stopped her from trying to destroy her brain cells and were unable to tranquilize her once more, they had already done that before, repeating it may cause serious medical faults on her. They also saw that she had severely torn her skin by yanking off her hair. The doctors had no choice but to tranquillize her the second time, so that they could treat her wounds, if they didn't, she would not let them. ******* Antonio, hadn't gotten Mira's memory off him for the past one year and three months, he saw everything that had happened as his fault. Mira's death was the hardest blow he had ever gotten, if he had picked her call at that moment, non of this would

"What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea what the hell you are saying, Beta Julian?" There was silence at the other end of the call. Julian's voice was heard once more. "I know what I just said, Alpha. We found Selene's corpse deep inside the Dark Forest." Fenris felt his world fall apart. A deep growl exploded from deep inside his throat. His eyes turned red as he punched violently at the wall next to him. "No! This isn't possible! How could she be dead?! How can she be dead?!" My brother, Damian, jumped with shock from Fenris' action. He felt a tightness in his throat. "Fenris, who died?"

I couldn't—i just couldn't do that to her. Then the phone rang. Marco's name flashed across the screen. I swiped to answer. “This better be important.” “Boss.” Marco's voice was tight. “We have a problem. Marcus is dead.” I stilled. “What?” “Our men found him in an alley near the docks. Two bullets to the back of the head. It was a clean job.” My fingers tightened around the phone. Marcus—the weasel who'd been snapping photos of Lena for Evelyn. “When did you find out?”

Christina’s POV Mira died three days later. Not from Elena’s knife. From something quieter. Slower. Poison. She collapsed during a routine check on the wounded. Just… fell. No warning. By the time we got her to the healers, her lips were blue. Her breathing was shallow. The younger healer Sarah worked frantically. I tried everything. But the poison had been in her system since the kidnapping. Delayed action. Designed to kill slowly. Invisibly.

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.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.