Tangled Flynn Dies Novels & Stories

he asked with a chuckle and I raised the other brow. “The story is surely not complete, or is it?” Flynn’s gaze remained on me this time, he seemed to be shy about the matter, but when I thought to stop him, he continued. “I once had a lover, but umm… the person died.” I felt something fly toward my chest from my stomach when I saw the beta’s expression turn sullen. His green irises seemed vague as he still stared at me, his lashes blinked slowly as his lips downturned. “I am so sorry,” I uttered and he shook his head.

" Stefan cuts in her words just before a loud bang shot through the air followed by his painful groan. A scream tore through my throat when I watch the phone fall from his grasp and clatter to the floor, screen still lit up with the 911 dispatcher on the line. Blood smeared across it while his body slumps to the floor unconscious and unmoving. My entire body became numb. It felt like I couldn't breathe as I stare at Stefan's unmoving body. Beneath him is a pool of his own blood. A lump forms in my throat and vomit crawls up threateningly.

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

But the chaos only lasted a few minutes and when it was over, the silence was deafening. Mikial still hadn’t taken his eyes off of Flynn. The other man hadn’t moved but the pool of blood he was laying in had increased. Mikial went over to him and gazed down at his body. There was a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead. Timothy Flynn had died the same violent way he lived. His struggle was over. Mikial finally glanced at Pepper. He noted the bruises and dried blood on her face. He rose to his feet and walked over to her. When he reached her, he brushed her hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”

Killing someone in the infirmary would jeopardize my spot in the academy and I was not about to go through such risks for someone like Flynn. Could he have died on his way to the pack house? If that was the case and an investigation was carried out, then it was over for me and my pack. Was this Flynn’s plan? Had I fallen into another trap? My jaw clenched so hard that a muscle feathered and I held my breath and only released it after the screen behind Master Ferguson brightened. The grotesque image of Stefan whose body was burnt behind recognition came alive on the screen. His body was upside down, hanging upside down from a tree. Like a bat.

Stiles asked and I turned to him. “This is not the right time for that, all we have to do is be grateful that everything finally worked out,” I replied, and then looked around. “Where is Flynn?” I asked. “He left earlier, he said he had to help the others,” Kelvin replied. **** A month and two weeks passed and just like a dream, all of that night’s experience was washed off. A few of our betas died while fighting with Wade but their sacrifices were not in vain, we won the fight. Our pack killed all of Wade’s betas and also slayed him in the field and because the Wades were gone, Wade's rule was finally destroyed.

Dear Readers, As we close the final chapter of *Tangled Truths*, I find myself filled with gratitude and emotion. This journey with Lucas and Flora—from adversaries to soulmates, through betrayal and redemption, death and rebirth—has been an extraordinary one to share with you. Your messages, comments, and unwavering support have meant everything to me throughout this series.

The paramedics got there as soon as they could but they couldn't save him. I got up and took a look at the whole environment. It was filled with death and blood. My heart shattered and so did Noah's. I went to him while he was on the floor crying where Trent had been and I gave him the tightest of hugs as we cried on each other's shoulders. That was it, Tulip died, the witches were dead, and Trent was too. Trent tried to correct his mistakes and died in the process. Maybe he should have remained the asshole that he was, he would still be alive.

"Was I truly seeing the future? Was this really the end?" "I'll do it." Flynn said. He made me step aside and went on his knees beside Zale. I watched him lift his head a bit and poured the liquid substance into his mouth. Even after doing this, Zale didn't make any movement. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest when Zale didn't move and more tears fell from my eyes. "Don't do this to me, Zale." I called repeatedly. About 10 minutes passed, and Zale still didn't move. With the expression on Flynn's face, I could tell that he too was losing hope but he did want me to know.

But when he turned to me, I saw him. My savior. My love.. "Flynn!!" I quickly shouted and ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. He hugged me tightly. We embraced each other like we needed our embrace to survive. We were lost in each other's arms, not knowing the danger that was racing toward us as one of Peter's men got up and brought out a knife. It was as if Flynn knew that a man with a knife was behind me because at the very last moment, he pushed me and we both tumbled on the ground making the man with the knife aim another target. As soon as we tumbled on the ground, gunshot was heard and when we turned to look at the scene, the man with the knife had stabbed Peter, Peter shooting