Sabos Death Novels & Stories

Sophie jumps into my arms and Val stares at her. I try to shield her and get Betty to get her away. “That is Sedit’s child!” Val yells. “Get away from her,” Sabrina yells from the stairs. “Betty, get her out of here.” “You are alive!” Val stares at Sabrina. “Not to you,” she stands in front of him. “To you, your family, your gang of thugs, I am dead. Sabrina Zenith died a long time ago. My name is Sabrina Sol. My daughter is Sophie Sol.”

His tone was lighter than the weight in my chest. “You know,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re about ready to kill Phantom with your bare hands. But… the thing is, you won’t have to. He’s gone.” I turned sharply. “No. He’s not.” “Emma,” Abel sighed, walking farther in. He lowered himself into the chair across from me, folding his arms. “The explosion flattened that entire compound. You saw it yourself. No one could’ve walked away from that. Phantom’s dead. All we’ve got left is Dennis.”

He's been standing by the elevator this whole time with his eyes on something that isn't us — and now they're on me, and whatever he sees in my face makes him straighten almost imperceptibly. "Where is she." It doesn't come out as a question. "Stella—" "Where is Sabrina." My voice is controlled to hide my rage. "Because I have a few things to say to her. I have several, actually. And I intend to say all of them." Shawn looks at me steadily. "She's dead." Dead?! I blink. "What?" "She died during the recovery." He says it plainly, the way he says most things. "We were in rogue territory. She ran. There was a log—" He pauses. Just briefly. "It pierced her heart. She was gone before I could do a

he rasped, barely holding on. I stopped mid-step, cold creeping into my bones. “Still killing you?” “Yes…” he breathed. “We escaped… yesterday… from the lab. But my brothers… they didn’t make it.” His voice cracked with grief at the mention of them. I turned to Grace. Her eyes met mine,tense and confused Santos Gray was dead. The Council swore all rogue experiments had been shut down. Every prisoner was released. So what the hell was this? And yet… the smell of silver on him was fresh—far too fresh for an old wound.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Finally, I was free of her. Even though I'd been reborn, the memory of how she'd stabbed me to death in my previous life still haunted me. At the time, that same man had stopped us, speaking humbly as he asked us to do him a small favor. At first, I was going to agree, but the moment I saw it was a USB drive, I refused without hesitation. Seeing that I wouldn't budge, he tried to appeal to my emotions. "Miss, please help me out. This USB contains confidential company information. We need it tomorrow!"

“Then you can fucking join him.” He fired. Point-blank. But Sabine disappeared in a cloud of flash-bang light. Gone. Back at the safehouse, Noa’s body lay still on the med cot. Wires. Beeps. Monitors. Alessio hadn’t moved in hours. Sat beside the bed, one hand wrapped around Noa’s, the other around a glass of vodka he hadn’t touched. Luca stood near the door. “The lab’s gone. Sabine left no trace. And we can’t track her tech. She knew this would happen.”

His eyes moved between Sabrina and me with clear amusement. “I knew exactly why you came here,” he continued. “You’re looking for Caleb. The little boy.” Sabrina’s body stiffened beside me. Gerald’s smirk deepened. “But I’m sorry to break it to you,” he said slowly. “Caleb is dead.” Sabrina immediately shook her head. “No,” she said sharply. Her face had gone pale. “You’re lying,” she said, her voice shaking. “You’re a liar.” Gerald laughed again. “Oh, I’m not lying,” he said casually. “I sent people to kill him back then. I made sure every single person from that family line was wiped out.”

“Hard, yes. But not impossible. Before she died, Sabrina looked straight at him and said, ‘It was Dan…’ What other conclusion could there be?” The memory haunted me. Sabrina, dying, struggling to breathe, terror etched into her eyes. And that broken word, charged with desperation. It wasn’t a coincidence. It couldn’t be. “That doesn’t mean anything concrete,” her father replied, with the calm of someone who preferred not to jump ahead. “Or it could have meant ‘Dante,’” I shot back, not softening my tone. “And let’s not forget Stefan. He also died under suspicious circumstances. Dante had a motive: jealousy. His past with Sophia is not a minor detail.”

She actually let slip their secrets during Layla's livestream! I made use of the opportunity and tried to get the people on online forums to take Hazel's side. Perhaps what happened to Hazel was so heartbreaking that even the heavens could not just stand by and do nothing. Everything went pretty smoothly after that. Layla died. Her mother was severely injured, whereas her father was sent to prison. I stood somewhere in the distance the day the Larsons met their downfall. For a moment, I thought I saw Hazel waving her hand at me. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of me. She put her arms around me and thanked me.