Nearly Headless Nick Deathday Party Novels & Stories

Nick's face started to turn pale. "Hold on!" I called out. I'd seen Nick before. Back when Heather's plane crashed, he showed up at our house like a lost soul. All his vitality was drained with her death. He knelt, banging his head on the floor until blood streamed. "I just want something of Heather's. Her clothes, anything." Furious parents, my parents beat him and had him dragged out.

"I didn't want blood on my hands. Death isn't the cruelest. See death draw near, but you can do nothing about it. That is the harshest torture. Savor it these days! It's my last vengeance on you." Nick looks back at me with great horror on his face. I'll never forget his expression then. It was as though he was facing the devil head-on itself. Five days later, Nick was executed. Whether by coincidence or it was all arranged by my parents in heaven, Nick also died at eleven on September 30. I'm stroking my parents' tombstone, tears gushing out uncontrollably. "Mom and Dad, I have avenged you. Now, you may rest in peace."

“What happened here, Beatrice?” She swallows hard before beginning to recount the harrowing ordeal of the past month in a ragged voice. I listen in stunned silence as the horrific details unspool - Lord Easterlin’s bloody coup, his ruthless purge of any who refused to join his army, and the beheadings of those who defied him. He also killed Nickolas’s Uncle, Ava, and Eric. My heart clenches at the mention of Eric’s name among the casualties. But it’s the final revelation that leaves me reeling - Lord Easterlin claiming to have killed Nickolas himself, presenting his severed head to the council as proof.

Neither of us moved. Then he asked, “Why now?” My fingers tightened at my sides. “Why seek me out after three years?” Three years. The words struck somewhere soft and buried. Three years since the execution at the square. Three years since the blade fell on my neck and the crowd roared and I died with my eyes still open. Three years since Lucian stood in Yuna’s arms, wrapped in that little blue coat, watching his mother be dragged toward death without understanding what he was seeing.

He replied. "What's going on in the evening?" I was curious. I hadn't heard of anything happening in the evening. Nick seemed surprised for a moment before his expression returned to normal. "That's understandable..." He mumbled, seemingly to himself. "Do you still remember the alphas' promise about organizing a celebratory banquet?" I nodded. I couldn't forget that. "It's happening tonight." My eyes widened. Tonight? I hadn't expected that. Wait, it was already the third day?

Valaria could sense his pain and confusion, it wasn't like her mate to ever be confused, she simply nodded and let him walk away, well let is a strong word, she sent a psychic message to Stacy to stay with him at all costs, of course Stacy did as she was told, she would never let her Alpha out of her sight when he was out of the safety of the compound, once they were in the SUV Stacy began to drive, not knowing where to go she turned to her Alpha, “Where to Boss?” “The morgue....” Dominic replied flatly, “Nick and Diane have been found dead in their plane.” Stacy swallowed hard and tried to steady her thoughts, What The Fuck? Nick and Diane had left just after the dinner with the Panthers to

Curiosity piqued, Athena swiftly clicked on the link, eager to uncover the secrets that lay beneath the surface. Her eyes widened as a series of photographs unfolded before her. They depicted the solemn occasion of Daniel Jones' funeral, a somber gathering where respect and grief permeated the air. Among the mourners stood a little boy, clutching tightly onto a woman's hand. It was Nyx, adorned in a tiny black tuxedo, his youthful innocence juxtaposed against the weight of the moment.

Her leg collided with Vee's abdomen, and he landed on the ground with a loud thud, followed by the blood that split out of his mouth. "Two down, four to go." I heard Ryan's mocking voice beside me. At that moment, I wished I could just grab his neck and squeeze the life out of him. He seemed to notice me, and he let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry," he said, the deadly smirk still plastered on his face. "She won't kill them, at least not now. Moreover, you might want to give me the nectar in exchange for their life. "

I asked, lifting my head to meet his gaze. “I’m just saying… you never know how long I have left on earth, so I’m going to love you to the fullest—and that includes the silly nights,” he said with a small smile. “You’re talking nonsense,” I scoffed, settling back onto his chest. “Everyone dies someday. What if I die first? I might even die right now as we speak,” he laughed. I smacked his chest hard. “Shut up.” Nick chuckled. “I’m sorry, my lady. Did that make you uncomfortable?”

Aspen said holding hands with Tyler. "Wait... what's half-price today?" I ask confused. "You know? All the products from Kingston Ltd are half-price today?" Harper added nonchalantly. "Oh...", I whisper quietly before looking at the date on my phone. It was today. Their five year death anniversary. How could I forget?