Regulus Corneas Death Novels & Stories

They sat down in front of me, their eyes gleaming with malevolent satisfaction. “Good morning, Ariana Stone,” Reginald said, his voice dripping with mockery. “It's a beautiful day isn't it?” I looked at him, hatred, pure lethal hatred, coursing through my veins. He signaled to the other man, who began tapping on the tablet. I watched, groggy and disoriented, as the screen was turned to face me. Rob’s face filled the screen. My heart clenched painfully at the sight of him. He was standing beside a burnt, grotesque body, his expression twisted with anguish. Paramedics and a coroner hovered nearby, their faces grim.

“This is Kiyoto of Florence. You don’t want it to be destroyed, right? So... “Let’s sit down and talk about this! Don’t get too angry. It’s bad for your body! Don’t you agree, Andrius?” At that moment, there was no trace of the calmness and ease that Registus had earlier. All beings were equal before death. Even if he was the emperor, he could only experience one missile in his life. “Talk about it?” Andrius stared at Registus and sneered. “Why didn’t you say that we should talk about it when I gave you a chance earlier? Why didn’t you cherish it? Do you have to be targeted by missiles to feel fear?”

Even three years of past struggles couldn't prepare me for the intensity of just a few hours with him. *** "Where were you?" Syrus asked, frustration threading his tone as he watched Caden stride past, his entourage of guards flanking him like a pack of wolves circling their Alpha. The television flickered to life, and his eyes caught the headlines: Reginald Henri Leroy—Dead. Shot in the Head. Caden winced as he shrugged off his jacket, revealing a stark crimson stain on his shoulder beneath the crisp white fabric. Syrus's jaw tightened. He stepped forward, desperate to help.

I forced the words out, even though I already knew the answer. He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes not meeting mine. “I’m asking if… if you’d consider signing a posthumous donation agreement. For your corneas.” I blinked, the absurdity of the request crashing over me like a tidal wave. My corneas. He wanted me to agree to give up my eyes after I died. I let out a short, bitter laugh, though it came out more like a choked sob. The reality of my impending death suddenly hit me with full force.

In front of everyone, the doctor officially declared the death of Regina. Margot was devastated upon hearing the news of Regina's death from the doctor and fainted. Natalie quickly instructed the doctor to carry Margot back to her room. She forced herself to manage her grief and focus on making arrangements for Regina's funeral. Luna kept her composure. She hurriedly left the room and called Gabriel while wiping her tears. It was three in the morning. Gabriel, who was in Emeria, was worried to receive Luna's call. "What happened? Is something wrong?"

Regulus’s legs twitched a few times and stopped. Until he was dead, he could not believe that this was how he would die. The tables have turned. The life and death of many people have been in his hands, but he never expected that just a single stamp would decide his own life and death. Back then, he trampled over the York family as if they were caged animals. Now, he was crushed beneath Kiran’s foot like a loathsome insect. Karma finally caught up with him. Regulus’s Wolfgate will no longer exist after tonight.

Her eyes were swollen probably because she must have cried her ass off. "I'm not going to tell the Royal family this, but," his eyes got darker, "painful is an understatement. This girl went through one of the most painful deaths. I don't know how no one knew this, because she must have been vomiting blood at least three times per day. Not to say about the fact that the symptoms must have appeared when she was 12 or so," no way- Emilia fell to her knees, pale. "If we knew about this before… could anyone have found a cure?"

I said, noticing the strain it caused my father as he held his head in frustration. I am determined to apprehend those individuals who distribute drugs that lead to fatalities, including their accomplices. The circumstances surrounding Reggie's death were unusual, and it was only later that Alpha Anderson and I discovered he had succumbed to a substance known as "drain." We even uncovered a missing supply of this drug and suspect he may have been the one to consume it. Currently, our knowledge about this drug is limited.

He stood still for a moment watching the moon as Anubis' words settled in deeply. I will kill them… I will kill them all. Lillia’s words flashed in his mind briefly. You don’t seriously believe her, do you? A quiet breath of thought slid through Regaleon’s mind, but he remained silent, lifting the parchment once more to stare at it. A thin vertical line stood at the centre, steady and unwavering as it held twin arcs, curving around it, one facing up and the other facing down.

However, she forced a smile anyway. "Mom, I'll recover with you by my side." Connie did not respond to her. After making sure that Hilda had finished her food, Connie instructed someone to fly an ophthalmologist over. After the doctor examined Hilda's eyes, he shook his head at Connie once he left the room. "Her eyes had been damaged continuously, and the Virus had rendered her cornea necrotic. She would most probably never see again in the future." Connie maintained an indifferent expression, and it appeared as though she was already numb to the situation. However, her heart was bleeding in pain.