Star Wars Uncle Owen Death Novels & Stories

With the help of everyone in Owen's team, his superiors, and field agents, the case with Reynard Mayer was finally solved. But Owen could not join his team when they were about to corner and capture the criminal who had caused a few individuals' death. Some were murdered, like Nathan Twain, Izzy's dad, and some had committed suicide in so much depression.

“I've never killed anyone.” "Really? When my uncle was pronounced dead, I took the last IV that was attached to him and there was the fingerprint of one of your right-hand men. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Zoan. I won't blame him because every right-hand man never acts without orders from his leader." Meazus knew his uncle didn't die because of him. He couldn't have died from a sleeping pill injected into an IV. That was impossible. “Are you sure he died from that?”

"You probably shouldn't have even told him you were retiring. He’s a ghost. He wouldn't have known the power had changed." Dad laughed for real this time, though it was weary. "He would have found out. Nothing escapes Michael Knox. Besides, I didn't tell him. Adam went running his mouth, hoping to impress the man. Adam thinks that once he owns the Greene Empire, he’ll finally be worthy of his uncle's respect." "His uncle?" I froze. "Yes. Michael Knox is Adam’s uncle. Not that he cares for the boy; they don't speak. Michael is straight to the point, no drama. He doesn't keep in touch with anyone."

"Look at the men I brought with me. Every one of them is a skilled hunter. There is no way anyone here can beat us." I looked around at the men riding with us. So far, they had already killed several black feral rabbits. The animals hung from their saddles as proof of their work. The hunters were doing well. "I suppose Uncle Rafael will have a hard time catching up," I said. "Catching up? He has already lost." Then his expression darkened. "Honestly, Odette should have joined us instead." I frowned. "What do you mean?" Adrian shrugged carelessly. "She chose the wrong side."

Even if they recognized me as a leader. “You know, it's really strange. These days, Owen seems to be in control of his tongue. He has agreed to what you've said, over and over again. Without any complaints. Calls for a celebration, if you ask me.” I shook my head, before laughing. “A celebration in a cemetery? Isn't it worse that we're kind of the only ones drinking champagne now? Do you know what it will look like if we go ahead to clink glasses? My father will literally die where he stands.”

My eyes caught one of the five that stood, and unlike the rest, he stood alone at the grave staring at the ground. Dylan Xavier. I marched towards him, but before I could reach out to him, he called my name. “Owen.” “Yes,” I answered, going to stand beside him. “It's hard to believe that your father is dead, and harder to believe that my dead cousin's daughter killed him and humiliated him-” he turned to face me, his eyes were dark and he wasn't smiling. I shuddered at the deathly expression he wore and immediately realized father's death affected someone more heavily than it did to me.

“They were liars. Whatever he was about to spill would have been a lie. He craved release, a quick death. She did feel a slither of sadness about their deaths. But they were ultimately under Xenos’ care and were nothing more than pawns. Unfortunately, these pawns would have been useful, especially if she wasn’t here to stop them from blabbing details about the rebels. This was one of many things she didn’t like about her uncle. He never looked into the finer points of people. It was how mistakes were made. Mistakes they couldn’t afford to make. “I still think they would have told us-”

Owen nodded and hurried away. A few hours later, Owen came back, looking grim. Whenever he had that look on his face, I knew there was a problem. “He's dead,” he said grimly. “Who?” “Duncan, he couldn't make it.” Duncan was dead? I was silent for a while. “Is his body still in the clinic?” “Yes,” he responded. “He died a few minutes ago and we can't do anything about it until the Alpha is back.” I wanted to go see things for myself.

After a while, he spoke up again, "I'm so sorry, Jade for everything for real. I fucked up real bad and I can't come out of hiding right now. It's too fucking risky." I nodded like he could see me through the phone. "It was hard at first but I'm kind of getting used to it," I replied back. "And also..." I started before trailing off. "Yeah?" I took a deep breath before continuing. "Uncle is dead," I told him. He fell silent again for what seemed longer than half a minute before continuing. "Was it Saint?" He asked. "Yes. But he did it... kind of for me." "What do you mean?" He asked again.

I answer honestly. “It’ll get there,” he encourages me. “May we sit?” He motions to the sofa. I nod, following him over to it and sitting down next to him. “I’m sorry I pushed you when you asked for space,” I start. “I know Diego and Ava have been together, and I know my mother is the Sun Warriors leader who killed yours. I can’t imagine how complicated both of those facts makes all of this for you.” Owen’s brows furrow in confusion. “How do you know all that?”