Peaky Blinders Deaths Novels & Stories

Zade apologized to Kayla, “I have one request: please bury me and Blair together, or rather, if you cremate us, put out ashes together.” “If I get my hands on that gun, you are really going to be dead before the cops get here,” Dylan threatened. “Have you gone mad?!!” Thaila yelled. “Have I gone mad? Not yet,” Zade placed his hand on the trigger and faced it towards me; he had a maniac look on his face. “Now, I have gone completely mad,” Zade said, followed by a gunshot.

I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me. Gabriel stormed over, cursing loudly, “I was trying to crash into your car and you dodged? You almost got me killed!” I nearly scoffed. He rammed into me but didn’t want me to avoid him? “Did you think I was going to sit there and get pushed off the cliff?” “This is how it works in Jacksboro City. If I want someone to live, they live. If I want someone to die, they die.” Hearing him talk like some thug, I pressed my hand over the bleeding wound on my thigh. My expression was icy cold.

Minutes later, all three of us sat together in the living room with plates balanced carefully on our laps while Rush Hour played on the television. Mom laughed every single time James Carter screamed. Miles kept quoting Lee before the scenes even happened. And somehow, despite everything happening around me— I felt peaceful. Dangerously peaceful. My eyes drifted briefly toward the empty armchair near the window. Dad’s chair. Still untouched. Still waiting. The doctors said the coma could last weeks. Months. Maybe longer. And even though the house still carried his absence quietly in every room— Tonight didn’t feel heavy. For once, it felt warm.

The man was mourning the death of his wife. "Impossible! Rebecca can't die." “You are not a God who can prevent death.” "But why Rebecca? Why did it have to happen to Rebecca?” Blakely continued to back away until her feet hit the edge of the stretcher. With a blank stare, she looked at Nickson who was now also looking at her furiously. “Accept that, Blakely. Rebecca is dead. You killed Rebecca." Nickson shook Blakely's body repeatedly, but there was no response from the woman. Blakely just kept crying while staring blankly at Nickson, and then she fell to the ground when Nickson suddenly let go of his hand from Blakely's shoulder.

There had been no official announcements for the date of the Blithe King’s succession, but they had released a notice that it would be held this afternoon in Cansington’s military base. This caused an uproar. The residents of Cansington were still trying to figure out how to get an invitation to the event. Immediately after, another breaking news rocked Cansington. “Good morning, everyone. This is Cansington News. Last night, famous tycoon Yves Frasier was found dead in his home. Jacob Zimmerman and Desmond Wilson, too, had been found dead in their homes. They died in the same manner, tied to a chair and decapitated.

Brian smirked. "Ah I've been caught. Guess we didn't have the GANGNAM bombs, because someone has taken them from the black market first." Kian shot me a glance and smiled afterwards. "I was bored alright." I confessed. Everyone started to laugh and I joined them afterwards. Sometimes, being a killer is fun. Narrator's POV After that night, HOHO declared the two doctors dead after concluding they committed suicide after being shot by an unknown person. The week after, many got well from the COVID-19 and life returned as it seems.

Phil once again flew out with the sound of a loud bang, then smashed onto the Roman pillars in the hall. A corner of the pillar pierced right through his chest. Phil struggled for a short while, then tilted his head down. No sound could be heard from him any longer. Gasp! Everyone in the crowd gasped after seeing the sight. They were about to go crazy! Phil Yates died?! Phil Yates died just like that?! “Clean this up,” Harvey said calmly. He had no interest in taking action anymore. When Ethan and Ray walked forward at this moment, the fates of Bradley and Todd had already been sealed.

Benedict cried out in a panic. Upon hearing the news, everyone was dumbstruck. "What? How's that possible? How could Caspian kill off Dark Blades? What on earth happened?" Nadia could not believe it. How could a squad of hitmen as strong as Dark Blades lose to Caspian? "It's true. Not a single member of Dark Blades survived!" Benedict emphasized. The Yorks were dumbfounded—especially Derek. Just moments ago, he claimed that dying at the hands of Dark Blades was too light of a punishment for Caspian. In the end, it was Dark Blades who died at Caspian's hands.

I state. *Fucking nailed it,* Dozer says, over mind-link. I draw a deep breath, feeling like the worst of it is over. When Bruce sits down and the dork Norman gets up, Mick paces in my head. “How many people have you killed Travis,” he asks. Cheap shot. I keep a straight face and don’t flinch. *Yeah we’ll leave the next body on his porch so he can see what trash we take out,* Shock says, over mind-link.

Dead? That wasn’t the plan. That wasn’t the fucking plan! Before I could ask anything else, the line went dead. She’d hung up. The hallway felt like it closed in on me. Blaine is dead... Twelve others... I staggered a step back and leaned against the cold wall, staring blankly ahead, letting her words replay repeatedly to be sure I hadn't misheard. What the fuck just happened? And who the hell had done it... if not me?