Sons Of Anarchy Tara's Death Novels & Stories

He tried to grab Tara's leg with his bloody hand, but she kicked him away without hesitation. The scene was painfully familiar. His current state was just like how I had been in the gym that day. I smiled faintly. Watching Brandon's blood spread everywhere, I felt a flicker of satisfaction in my heart. But this wasn't nearly enough. After that, Tara became consumed with finding organs that were compatible with me across the world. She even suggested taking back the organs that had been given to Brandon. When I tested her by saying, "Wouldn't it be better if I just died? Then he could be your one true husband!"

“Please—my boy’s dying.” Just then, Jake's eyes fluttered shut and he stopped moving. Tara waited a full second before letting out a deafening scream. The darkness had claimed her son. “No, Jacob. No.” She held him close, crying into his thick brown hair. “Please, Jacob. Come back to me.” Just as things seemed to spiral out of control, Ernesto arrived with backup at the scene—right on time Tara’s gaze widened. “Who are—” Without hesitation, one of them fired a tranquilizer dart that struck her squarely. She didn't even finish speaking. She blinked and collapsed unconscious beside Jake’s motionless body.

Perhaps, sustain a few bruises but still okay. With her heart in her hands, she scuffed towards the edge of the cliff and bent over, viewing below only to see that Joanna had fallen to her death. Covering her mouth in terror, Tara let out shaky sobs. She could not believe Joanna just died and she was the one behind it. She stayed there for a moment, struggling to assimilate what she had just done. “I didn't mean to kill her, I didn't mean to kill her.” Tara breathed shakily. Her lips trembling in fear.

Tears surprised everyone as they slid down Tara’s cheeks while she choked out the words, “She’s dead.” Mitch was horrified. “Tara. I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “Dennis never said… I didn’t know... Dead? When? How?” “A few months ago,” Tara said as she sniffed back the tears. She wiped at her moist cheeks with her sleeve, not caring about the impression such an unsophisticated action made on Alana and added, “I’m really not up to talking about it.”

" Alanna hesitated for a while after taking the bowl from Jane. Still, she decided to feed it to Tara. Tara stopped after taking two sips; she couldn't take in any more. Alanna helped her stretch her limbs. Just as she was about to wipe Tara down, Tara suddenly grabbed her. Alanna was stunned. "What's wrong, Mom?" Tara bit her lip until it turned pale. Several moments later, she mumbled, "Garrett Jacinto." Alanna's smile fell. This was Tara's first time bringing Garrett up after she regained consciousness. Alanna wasn't sure if she was mistaken, but she saw hatred in Tara's eyes. Alanna sat by her bed. She said in a low tone, "He's dead, Mom. He's no more."

Tara's POV I knelt in front of my dad with tears circulated in my eyes. He stared at me with shock all over his face. "What are you doing Tara? Are you going to let him be happy with her? Aren't you supposed to tell me to shoot him dead alongside his stupid spouse?" My Father yelled at me, and I burst into tears. "As much as I want them dead for what they are doing to me, I still don't want Xavier to die. You can shoot the stupid girl, and let Xavier live" I begged.

She had been standing there for ten hours and more, since Yara's unconscious body was wheeled to the operating room. Pain and sadness blended seamlessly in her heart, an overwhelming desire to cause chaos consuming her as she witnessed everything. The situation was almost hopeless, you know? The operation had been going on for that long, and there didn't seem to be any hope. It was like life was playing a cruel joke on her. She had just discovered that her daughter, Isara, whom she had long thought was dead, was actually alive, and she was excited, planning to reveal everything to her, only for her to lose consciousness right before her, before she had the chance to tell her. Yes, from the m

“You.. what?” “I had no way to kill her back then,” Tara said, stepping closer to the desk, her fingers brushing the grain. “Her powers were far stronger than mine. So I bound her soul to a jar and sealed it.” I leaned forward. “Well?” “As you asked I checked.. the jar is without her soul,” Tara replied evenly. “But Lyra is dead.” “I made sure of that,” Malik said, his tone clipped and final. A silence stretched between us.. thick, familiar, dangerous. I set my glass down. “So this was the family reunion you spoke of, Tara? Here I was thinking you wanted to see your nephew and your goddaughter.”

Those were the last words Tara used before she died in my arms . Once we reach the pack hospital. The nurses and the doctors grab her from me even though I don't want to let go . She is put immediately on oxygen and whisked away from me . Half of the rogues were killed at that old building but the rest of them escaped and Jane is still out there! "She's going to be alright ,"Xavier speaks softly to me for the first time . My wolf is always hard on me but today he felt it. "I should have been the one to take the bullet Xav,"I mutter running my hands through my hair aggressively ,"I should have been the one !"

I turned to leave. I had taken one step when something moved fast behind me. I looked back. Tara had grabbed a box cutter off the desk somehow. Her eyes were wild. She was already on me. My heart skipped. I knew I was not getting out of the way in time. Out of nowhere, Tara's mother flung herself between us. The blade went straight into her throat. The blood came out in a hot rush. She went down on the floor with one hand on her neck, and looking up at me, she got out the words.