Noble 6 Deaths Novels & Stories

The threat does not fall on deaf ears, and Landon gulps. They all leave the noble's, and finally let out a relieved sigh. "I thought my family would have lost me today," one person says. "Me too," other voices follow. "But we lost Adam," a quiet voice says tearfully. They all nod solemnly. It was not the first time the noble had killed a soldier in less than a minute, but it still shook them regardless because it could have been either of them. "I will take the demotion. I hope I will be able to prove to the noble that can be better," Landon says ever the loyal one.

she says. "I want to show you what I found. This is going to be a long video. Pour a coffee, grab your tinfoil hat and get comfortable. Because if you thought I was spewing a conspiracy theory before, I’m about to compound that by a factor so large, I don’t know how you’d calculate it." She pulls a stack of printouts toward her and starts. She walks through it cleanly. Jean-Luc Vane dies of a heart attack in Monaco. Less than three minutes later, anonymous transfers totaling hundreds of millions of euros flood into survivor charities and trafficking shelters across the world.

A hundred and twenty-six soldiers from the Albrecht and Johnson Houses are dead. A hundred and seventeen deaths from the Heartlands. Of those, forty-seven were the servants of various noble guests. Another twenty-two had been civilian noblemen from the kingdom’s gentry, in attendance as invited guests at the nuptials of their future Duke. Forty-eight soldiers from the Heartlands’ own ranks were slain in the line of duty. One of the twenty-two noblemen in question is Alcina’s own father. Duke Clair, it was discovered in the aftermath, had suffered a small, non-fatal cut to his arm.

She was still giving him a pep talk, telling him how Hadley would come out of this stronger than ever and ready to give them all hell when all their phones chimed with an urgent notification from The Corporation. All the colour drained from Austin's face as he read the email informing them of Maryke De Jager and Nathan Gopal's untimely deaths and warning everyone to shelter in place until the threat had been neutralised. It ended off with an earnest plea to keep Jaco, Hadley and Aleksei in all their prayers while they fought for their lives at The Heads Mediclinic. A collective "No!" swept through the hallway, everyone thrown into unimaginable grief by the news of Nathan's death.

"What's the death toll?" My father commanded as I entered the War room behind Kaine. There were several people gathered around the large table. Torren looked like he was about to say something when one of the other men spoke up. "A total of thirteen dead from the Alpha Summit. Sixteen from the planned attacks across the different packs prior. A total of Twenty Nine needless deaths. All Alphas are accounted for, four dead Lunas and a few deaths related to betas and their mates. From the Summit and a few others." Another man spoke.

She claimed she had more to confess and insisted on seeing Henry. When she met with Henry, she immediately retrieved the hairpin that she hid and stabbed it right into Henry's heart. Henry died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Nora was soon executed as well. I heard that before she died, she kept apologizing to me. However, I no longer had any feelings for her. With the approval documents in hand, I took the train back to North Westonia. I was going to spend the rest of my life there, devoting it entirely to national defense.

We went to a nearby coffee shop and I told Cade to look after Zinnia and they sat just nearby us. “It has been seven years...Agent Nova.” He started. “I’m not entirely sure what happened from that incident since I was on a mission in India and I only returned last month….but I wanted to tell you something…” My pulse quickened, kind of nervous about what he was going to tell me. “What? Tell it immediately, Agent Blue.” “Agent Dollar and Agent Ariel died on their mission.” He announced simply. I stopped, still processing the words. They…died?

“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.

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

"He's right, Ames. We both know Julian's work when we see it. Those deaths... they were before either of us ever left." I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The images wouldn't leave me – Sophie's vacant eyes, Ellis's scarred back, the careful way Katie moved, as if expecting a blow at any moment. And the bodies... posed like dolls in Julian's sick tableaux, abandoned after his execution as if they weren't worth the effort of proper disposal. "We got six out," I finally managed. "Six who might have joined the others." "Yes," Lukas agreed, his arm tightening around me. "Focus on that. On the lives saved, not those already lost."