Star Wars Uncle Owen Death Novels & Stories

Cracking her eyes slowly open, Eva moaned as the bright light in the room burned her eyesight. The beeping of machines and the thudding in her head reminding her of what has happened. To think Calvin would turn into an animal and almost kill her, Eva felt her insides shudder. Just then the door opened, ushering in the last person she thought she would see. “Ooh good, I see you're awake?” Mr. Lawrence Adams, her uncle, said walking towards her with no ounce of remorse on his face.

We were the ones trespassing. I thought he would turn and leave. But to my shock, he didn't. Instead, Johnson straightened, pretending not to show any atom of fear, masking it with arrogance like he always did. I prayed for the rogue who had seen us to be anyone but Johnson's uncle. But when he finally stepped forward from the shadows, my breath hitched. It was him. Duncan. "My mate fell down the cliff by mistake, we'll be leaving soon,” Johnson said to him before turning toward me, trying to command me with just his gaze to follow him.

“I owe you my life, Mr. Winston.” “OB finished the job.” He said the same to Owen. “I have to go and take my wife out.” Owen and Homer followed me outside the study. “You’re reckless.” “I know.” I glared at Homer. “Anything else you want to say?” “Giovanni or I could have died, man. And he’s okay, if not a little shaken up,” Owen said. “I just threw up, assholes.” I snapped. “You did?” Homer was more amused than concerned.

My adopted sister, Victoria, possessed a fiercely powerful wolf spirit. She was the sole hope for our endangered Silver Moon Pack. In contrast, though I was the Alpha's biological daughter, I was just an Omega. It wasn't until I turned twenty that I finally awakened a wolf spirit, and it possessed nothing but simple healing abilities. From that day on, my three older brothers forced me to become her personal blood slave. After enduring the extreme torture of the Full Moon Trials for the eighth time in her place, my wolf spirit was on the verge of being torn apart. Dragging my broken, battered body, I questioned them hoarsely. Chris, my eldest brother, sneered. "Victoria has suffered sin

he tells me as I hug him back. Uncle James is standing there as stoic as ever. “No final words for me, Uncle J?” I say cocking an eyebrow at him. He just shrugs. “Anything I say would not be final words. I’ve trained you since you were a pup, I know what you can do. Declan is a dead man; he will die as a traitor to this pack,” he says that last part with a snarl.

“His wife died suddenly. No one agrees on how. What if he killed her? Or what if he broke her down so completely that death felt like the only escape?” My voice wavered at the end. I hated that it did. I drew in a slow breath. My father reached up and brushed my bangs from my eyes. His expression softened further. “I’ve never seen you afraid before,” he said quietly. Then he exhaled. Long. “Your uncle swore to me that Kael had nothing to do with Elowen Dravaryn’s death.” I leveled him with a hard stare. “Do you even trust Uncle Moonveil?”

-I want to talk to Ares about something, I tell the two. -If you're planning to do something stupid, I'll kill you both, Dad shouts, leaving the office followed by Uncle James. -When have we ever done something stupid, old man? -Let's remember what you did two days ago? -I say we don't, says Uncle James. I still can't get out of my head how many bodies we had to bury. After Dad and Uncle James leave, I take out a cigarette from the pack and light it, then sit in Dad's chair.

"Yourself..." His hand slipped from Owen's shirt. And fell lifelessly to the ground. The last light disappeared from his eyes. "DAD!!" Owen screamed. A raw, agonizing scream. He shook Oscar desperately. "DAD!" Nothing. No response. No breath. No heartbeat. Nothing. Oscar was gone. For real this time. Owen collapsed over his father's body. His cries became uncontrollable. Tears soaked the grass beneath him. His world had shattered in a single evening. His mother was dead. His father was dead. And the person responsible...

"Of course the lifestyle brought you back, and I didn't even beg you to leave, you said you wanted to on your own, you made me feel like I was special for the minute and then you -" "Owen died", he announced closing his eyes. I paused, all the anger and frustration left me. "What?", I asked calmly. "That night... I got a distress call from Laura, she was with Owen, they were having this meeting and then they got attacked, she got shot in the leg and, she couldn't protect him, they killed him, she was in pains when she called and... I've never heard that kind of fear in her voice before, I had to leave, my head was.... it was all over the place, my thoughts weren't being calculated I couldn't

In his frantic state, he finally revealed the most genuine term he had for Liam. "Hmm?" Liam noticed the sudden change in Mister Owen’s demeanor. His eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his wrist, he sent the Harvest Union Golden Needle flying towards Mister Owen! However, it was too late by a fraction of a second! By the time the Harvest Union Golden Needle pierced Mister Owen’s forehead, he was already lifeless! Mister Owen had bitten down on the poison capsule hidden within his teeth, ending his life instantly! Seeing this, Liam frowned. Even with his medical skills, there was no way to bring Mister Owen back now.