Mr Beast Death Novels & Stories

Bertha hissed, clutching her face. "Logan! Logan, what happened? What do you mean someone died?" Logan's parents, Mr. and Mrs. McMahon, came rushing in, screaming his name. They lived nearby and had driven over immediately after receiving his call. When Mrs. McMahon saw the mangled limbs on the floor, she was so horrified that she fell into her husband's arms. Mr. McMahon's face darkened as he looked around. "Why hasn't anyone called the police yet?" "Mr. McMahon, it was Professor Callahan's fault. He gave the students the wrong data, and that's what caused the explosion," Owen explained quickly while pointing at me.

He never gets the chance. Kieran appears between us without warning or ceremony. The men do not see a man. They see Death. Not a figure they can name. Not something human. Something final. This is what Death looks like when tenderness has been withdrawn. Kieran’s hand closes around the first man’s throat. Not to kill the body. To claim the soul. The scream cuts off as something essential is pulled free of him, taken cleanly away. The second man turns to run. Kieran turns his head.

"Ms. Blackwood died on May 20th at Central City Hospital. If you're her friend, the funeral service is being held at Eastside Memorial Cemetery. It started an hour ago." With that, the man hung up. Marcus stared at his phone, his hands beginning to shake. A strange panic crept up his chest, but he pushed it down. This had to be fake. Another one of my elaborate schemes. "Who was that?" Celeste asked from the bed. "Nothing important," Marcus said quickly. "Just some prank call." But deep inside, a tiny voice whispered that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a game. He knew me too well though. I loved him desperately. I would never actually leave him. I would never really choose to die.

"This b*stard is finally dead." "It's so easy on him for him to die like this." "Master, the murderer who killed you is dead." The Camelot members cried profusely as they tried to comfort Master Athos' spirit. Some agitated men yearned to stab Brutus' corpse, but others stopped them. Brutus was dead, so it was inappropriate to deal with his corpse that way. While feeling gratified, Mistress Maude was inevitably intimidated by Logan. 'This man is so young, but he possesses such exceptional martial arts skills. How excellent! I'm so jealous.'

"Hello, Beverly, what's the matter?" "Deacon Penn, the department received a request for help from Moda. This morning, there was a massacre in the capital, Monsato. A man named Johnson piloted a killer robot and went on a rampage in the city center. By noon, five hundred innocent people had died at his hands."

Bryan was quite even after hearing Sasha because he just couldn't gather the word in his mind. He wanted to believe it was all a fucking joke, and that the man who killed Taylor's father wasn't dead. Damn, why the hell was he dead? "W…what? What did you just say?" "You heard me right, Bryan. Mr Mercidi is dead." Bryan wanted to yell out loud, but he held it in. His eyes had turned bloody red because he was damn angry right now. "How? How did that bastard die? How dare he die?"

Death he would not allow to take another from him. Marx roared, finding the strength to put the beast on the defensive. The two clashed, the force of their blows reverberating like claps of thunder. With a final blow, Marx took the beast’s head. It rolled off its shoulders, landing at Martha’s feet in a puff of black mist.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

My father slammed his fist into the wall, and blood instantly seeped from his knuckles. "You're lying! Adeline just had a fever. How could she die from that? Did she pay you to lie to us?" The healer's expression darkened. "Sir, please be mindful of your words. Adeline's condition was known throughout the entire hospital. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone here. This wasn't just a simple fever. Her wolf died days ago. Frankly, it was already a miracle she lasted this long."

Looking for something better to watch other than the news that kept flashing at each channel switch, Jasmine continued to search for something worth watching until a breaking news banner flashed on the screen again, and an anchor’s voice followed with a very captivating headline. The one that she could not ignore. “This just in. Billionaire CEO Malcolm Meyer has been presumed dead after a private jet explosion off the city’s coastal runway, and a vicious attack at the family's private hangar yesterday night. Authorities say debris consistent with his aircraft was found floating….” Justine's hand froze midair when she heard that from where she was sitting, as her glass cup slipped from her fi