Roy Mustang Death Novels & Stories

They were so emotionless about it, and that caught the attention of their guests. “When did he die?” Presley asked. Calypso rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you the almighty society that knows all?” “Careful little girl,” Truman warned. “He was killed two years ago,” Eddy replied. “And was he avenged?” Dumont asked. It was no secret that the men were fond of Rolf and blind to his true ways. He’d kissed their asses enough for them to not believe a single foul statement made about him. Harlan shrugged. “He brought it upon himself and the better wolf won.”

Matteo focused his attention back on the body that had been laid on the ground, coldly ordering his men to cut it open. I watched on blankly as the coroner sliced into my rotting flesh, and even though I no longer felt any pain as a spirit, I still couldn't help but shudder. "All four limbs have comminuted fractures, indicating that they were shattered by blunt force trauma before the deceased's death. Three ribs are broken and have stabbed into the lungs. However, the cause of death is an injury to the back of the head."

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.

"Why aren’t you speaking? Does that coward not even have the courage to admit his mistakes? How did you raise him? He doesn’t even know basic wolf customs! Lucas nearly died saving him..." Who saved whose life?! I immediately blocked Anthony’s link. Looking at the lifeless boy in the ice coffin, his wounds remained unhealed. He should have been the future Alpha, yet now, he had no tombstone. He was deceived by Lucas, pinned to a silver cross, but when the Lone Wolf attacked, he protected his packmates! Yet after his death, Lucas trampled on his corpse, proudly taking all the honors that should have belonged to my son. The howl of a grieving mother wolf echoed across the frozen tundra.

The world is that big. Lolita March died on a dry, cool New Mexico night. In a stolen black ’67 Mustang, she and Marlowe Geary drove off the edge of the Taos High Road into the Rio Grande Valley below. She was presumed dead, though her body was not recovered. Or so the official reports go.

“I’d made a choice. Then Boris done came out of the night and asked me to make that choice again, and I did. Just like he knew I would. I don’t know how to explain it, but—part of my soul went into that car, mister. Instead of straightening out, maybe trying to do right by the kid’s parents, I made that thing out of the bloody engine. Took other rich kid’s cars and made ‘em faster than they should be, took their money and sent them on their way. I loved every minute of it. Made me into a big man ‘round these parts. Everybody knew if you wanted to shut ‘em down, you needed to go to Ronnie. First time one smashed up, I didn’t think much of it. Kid couldn’t handle it, was all. Happens. Then ano

Unless it was about Klaus. I gasped…actually gasped out loud like someone had punched me in the stomach…and instantly started pulling up old articles about my brother's death, digging deeper than I ever had before. LOCAL RACING PRODIGY DIES IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT KLAUS MONROE, 19, KILLED IN HIGH-SPEED CRASH All the same story repeated across different news sites. Racing accident. Lost control of his car. Died on impact. Tragic but straightforward. But then I found something buried deep in the archives, a small article that most people probably never saw.

The look of horror on the driver's face was laughable but before he could say anything, one of the golden wolf soldiers hacked him to death. Ian and Rocha approached us both drenched by the rain. The door of the car with the president's children in it suddenly opened and Torrent ran straight to Rocha and hugged him. I was in total disbelief when I heard Rocha mutter the word 'mate.'

James nodded in agreement. He also sensed that the situation was far from simple, so he agreed to visit the Myers Corporation and Walsh Group the next morning to find out what was really going on. However, before morning arrived, a shocking piece of news broke: York Ritter, the patriarch of the Ritter family, and his wife, Mary Robin, had both died in a car accident. James, who was still in bed, was jolted awake by the news. York was not only the chairman of Ritter Corporation but also the head of the Ritter family. His death was a significant blow, affecting not only the economic stability of Rosseera City but potentially the country.

A few more gunshots flew through the car windows, breaking them into pieces. I let out a cry in fear. Before I had known, I had been dragged out of the car. The first thing that I had noticed was Rodriguez on the ground. He laid flat with bullets in his body. Blood spurted out from his chest. Although they never treated me well, I couldn't tolerate the sight of Rodriguez being dead. I started fighting with all my might, hoping that my wolf would come out,