Neville Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

"But the deceased left a letter for you." Jade was surprised that Neve had actually left her a letter. She took it and opened it. Inside were only a couple of lines. [I know I've committed great sins and I probably won't get out in this lifetime. I don't want to grow old and die in prison. Choosing this path was a decision I carefully considered. Farewell.] These short sentences were Neve's final words. However, no matter how Jade looked at it, this felt strange. Just a moment ago, Neve had been seething with hatred for Lloyd, so how could she suddenly have decided to end her life? Besides, these words didn't seem like something Neve would say.

In an instant, blood surged from his heart, staining his clothes a deep crimson. Yet, astonishingly, in the final moment before his death, Neil’s face broke into a pure, serene smile, as if he had finally found light amidst the encroaching darkness. His eyes shimmered with a gentle radiance, as if bidding farewell or offering a blessing. Then, his body slowly slid down and gently rested beneath the tree. At that moment, his soul completely departed, leaving behind a visage of tranquil and peaceful repose. My Neil …...

My sword lifted, knowing ending her now would solve half of our problems. “Let him come.” Her head rolled the minute I slashed through it. When her blood splattered at me, I didn’t feel relief like Francesca’s, instead, it was wonder. At what was coming after us, afterwards. “Burn their remains to the grounds.” I spat out, to Nynaeve. She begun her spells hastily, after asking for a bunch of stakes to seal their deaths. My feet dragged outside, scraping the floor after I saw both their ashes. Elder Zu was just at the entrance of the dungeon.

Afterward, he saw a shadow fly in Nevea’s direction and enter her tiny body. Pain. Pure pain infiltred Nevea’s sense. She could not think straight anymore. She wanted to ruin everything. She only wanted Zach, but he was no more. She left his lifeless body on the ground and spun around. Her black eyes scanned the area. “He said he’ll burn this kingdom and let everyone die with me,” Nevea uttered. Her voice broke as she recalled that moment with Zach. All their moments, from the first time until the last, were filled with so much blood. She should have known that it was a sign of tragedy. Yet, despite the pain, never did she feel regret.

It’s the usual for Yumeko, focusing more on her phone. Suddenly, Nabi pauses, her gaze locked on the cafeteria’s television, where the big news is being displayed. “Ya, is that not your street? It sounded familiar, I thought I’d ask you about it, I wasn’t sure.” I glance at the television screen with the headline, “Unfortunate sudden encounter with Lucifer heirs, found dead and dumped this morning.” On the screen is a picture of dead Nevan, his eyes were plucked out as if to stop him from seeing something, his neck bone broken, so he’s kept in a terrible posture.

] Helma let out a cold laugh: [It reeks. That pair was bad news. Yondu was a creep and a brute, always pushing around the little guy. Regarding Neve's venom, Helma knew it all too well. She had a hunch that Yondu's death had Neve's fingerprints all over it. At nine that night, Helma, fresh from a shower, sprawled on her bed for a video chat with Cole, spilling all the dirt on Neve. Her brow creased with worry, "The whole Neve thing is just too weird. I bet she's behind Yondu's death."

Kelvin announced to Zane. Zane us stunned to hear this. Kelvin narrated what they had seen after the mansion was burnt to ashes. He told Zane that they found Arnold's dead body. "He was burnt in the flame. But it seems he was shot dead before being burnt, because we found three bullet holes on him," Kelvin explained. Zane realized that Naevia killed Arnold before the fire burnt him. He had feared that Arnold might end up killing Naevia, since he's more skilled than her. But he feels proud to learn of her victory.

"This plot is for Luck! Nobody takes it. You old creep, putting your nose in it. Did she sleep with you, too?" Neville's face twisted with rage. He signaled the special forces. "Tie them up! After the funeral, they're going to the interrogation unit." I retrieved the urn, relieved it was intact. As I buried it, Ted and Leah rushed over, seeing Isaac and Joyce bound. They shoved Neville to the ground in a frenzy. "You bitch!" Leah screamed. "How dare you hurt my children? Cuthbert won't rest in peace. We'll dig him up and scatter his ashes!"

The room fell into dead silence. Orlando gritted his teeth, his voice dry and strained. "What kind of sick joke is this? Did Mabel put you up to this?" Neville took a deep breath. "We found her phone in the swamp near the scene. Our captain and the team think the victim might be..." I had always sent Orlando peace charms and health tonics through Neville. He and I got along reasonably well. And yet now, even he was being doubted.

Nevan was dying. It wasn't the spectacular, cinematic death of a soldier on a battlefield. It was the quiet, messy collapse of a man whose body had been pushed past its biological breaking point. He lay on a pile of moldy insulation, his breathing a wet, shallow whistle that rattled in his chest. Every time he exhaled, a thin trail of dark blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.