Tangled Flynn Dies Novels & Stories

“Fionn kills him?” The witch slowly shook her head. “He did it himself. After the bombs, after the princes died, after his pack and family died, after he lost everything, he took a gun and saved the last silver bullet for himself.” ** “No!” I called out, the despair tearing through my heart like a rusted blade. “No, he can’t be dead.” “Princess,” Raf whispered and put his hand on my sweaty brow. “What is wrong? What happened?” I opened my eyes and looked into the guard's sharp blue irises. I was so relieved to see him that I burst into tears. I opened my mouth to answer, but before I could say anything, Troy mind linked with me. “Quinn! What the hell happened?”

“In the end, we lost. My mom died, and I was left with nothing but the crushing guilt that I hadn’t been able to save her.” “I’m so sorry,” Annabelle whispered, her heart breaking for Lila. Lila nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “The irony of it all is that just a few months later, Lucas’s liver failed. He was terminally ill, just like my mom had been. Only then did he start to care. It was like the prospect of his own death made him realize how cruel he’d been.” “What do you mean?”

Still, her affection for him never wavered, and she continued to stand by his side. Five years after Flynn got married, there was a terrible fire that started in the barn beside their home, burning food items and other important goods. No one knew how Flynn's three year old got into the place, but by the time Flynn had received the news about the incident, it was too late for anything to be done about his son. All he found at the scene were ashes, charred bones, and melted flesh. This devastating incident created a tear in the relationship between Flynn and his mate, and not long after, she openly rejected him, blaming him for the death of their son..

He was confused and probably high on some cheap crack. "Who is he?" My father asked, still trying to buy time for me. As soon as he did, I hit the alarm, and for the first time, I exhaled because I knew it would only take the police minutes to arrive. My mum signaled that I should go back behind the counter and as I tried to rush back my hands hit the iron chair behind it. I wish I could shut the chair up, when it came landing on the ground and let a loud sound I knew that was it for me, I was going to die.