Pakunoda Death Novels & Stories

I tell him. "I get that. Morana and I was talking about how were going to turn me and we discussed how she and Andras died. Her brother broke Andras's neck and then suffocated Morana. I don't want to go that way. I was thinking of poison or something. Overdose so that I am asleep when I die. Something peaceful-"

"Mama, why was everyone howling? Did something bad happen?" I kneel to his level. "Do you remember Luna Ava's friend, the nice lady who met you?" "Luna Vera. She let me help with the flowers." "She was very sick, baby. Last night, she died. The pack was howling to say goodbye and tell her we'll miss her." His small face crumples. "She died? Like actually dead? Not coming back?" "Yes, sweetheart. I'm sorry. Death is hard to understand, but it's a part of life. Her body was very tired and sick. Now she's at peace."

' Her statement was final and with one nod towards her, my friend locked the door and stood all ears. Decades ago, a number of deaths eventuated in this very pack. She started narrating, fixing her gaze on my mate. 'Your grandmother and the then Luna of this pack Marie Manoa died in suspicious circumstances. ' She turned to me, reminding me of my granny that I never met. I only saw her in pictures, and heard stories about her from my father Lionel. 'Shortly after her death, your grandfather, Zaid Manoa ran mad and finally committed suicide following the sudden loss of his mate. ' She paused, swallowing her saliva slowly with her eyes seeming far gone.

She felt the burning gaze of some pack members on her skin. Her heart was heavy as she spoke about Milan. She couldn’t believe this was the end of Milan and this was her final goodbye to her. The Funeral ended and pack members began to scurry out of the place. Dana stood still on the place , she folded her arms across her chest, her eyes were still gazing at the spot Milan was laid to rest. “Our Luna Daughter died because of her,” she heard a voice whispered behind her. Her stomach churned and her heart skipped as She turned her back to look behind her, she saw two workers walking away, they turned to look at her in disgust, bitterness and anger marred up in their faces.

Connor but one of the warriors who lost their lives after the last attack on the pack. Luna Elodie’s eyes narrowed as she had expected this. Calmly, she sat on one of the chairs, crossing her legs as the smirk on her face grew wider. The mortician, knowing something was wrong, looked at his clipboard again and was shocked that the passport of the man didn’t match the dead body’s face. He panicked, sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead despite the cold in the room. He feared losing his job for his incompetence. “Luna, I’m sorry, I never knew something like this had occurred. I-I made sure there was a round-the-clock check on the bodies. This—“

' Her statement was final and with one nod towards her, my friend locked the door and stood all ears. 'Decades ago, a number of deaths eventuated in this very pack.' She started narrating, fixing her gaze on my mate. 'Your grandmother and the then Luna of this pack Marie Manoa died in suspicious circumstances. ' She turned to me, reminding me of my granny that I never met. I only saw her in pictures, and heard stories about her from my father Lionel. 'Shortly after her death, your grandfather, Zaid Manoa ran mad and finally committed suicide following the sudden loss of his mate. ' She paused, swallowing her saliva slowly with her eyes seeming far gone.

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.

Alaric demanded. The Gamma swallowed. “S-sir… I—I think she ran.” Alaric’s brows lifted. “Ran?” “Yes. Cameras glitched during the night. When we checked this morning… she was gone.” Alaric’s grin widened. “Oh, this is beautiful,” he murmured. By noon, whispers had begun. By afternoon, the pack was choking on rumors. Alpha Ronan is dead. Burned alive in his own chamber. A painful, lonely death. No witnesses or warnings.

This was the first time in the history of the pack that its alpha had not died of war or natural causes, but had died of an ‘illness’ or a ‘broken heart’ according to the female population (and some males too) of the pack. The mood in the hall was that of solemn grief, with a heavy silence that made the sound of pins dropping to be like metal rods hitting the ground. The only sound heard was that of Elder Muriel as he officiated the funeral. Within a space of a month, father and child were to be buried. This time, Liana was in attendance, dressed in a modest black gown, and a sort of fascinator hat that had netting which covered her face. She played the part of grieving widow so well that I