The Outsiders Who Dies Novels & Stories

Adriel was bewildered, he cleaned his trousers, stooped and said, “Thank you sir!” “C’mon, Adriel; it’s nothing. Besides, it’s just a little of our niceness,” Charles said, and the gangsters laughed. As Adriel walked jubilantly towards the entryway, Logan shot him from behind. Adriel screamed, he stumbled, fell on the ground and died. “Bravo!!” Charles said, and the gangsters laughed. Adalyn couldn’t hold her tears as she saw Adriel’s lifeless body lying on the ground. “And why the tears?” Dickson said and grimaced.

Rhoda agrees and joins the other three. I look around. It’s a nice spot. The sun glitters through the trees, in the distance I can hear the roar of a waterfall, the air smells clean and fresh. This is a good place to die. I mind link with Mara to tell her that she needs to take care of Preston, then turn to Ally. I have to go through the motions. Ally doesn’t understand what’s going on, but I have to do it for the sake of the witnesses. “I, King Johnathan Banks, sentence you Ally Newman to death for the murder of Chad Paul. Do you have anything to say?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but a violent cough cut him off. I paid him no mind and rushed toward Eddie, plunging my dagger into his chest. "This one's for tormenting me with wolfsbane!" Eddie hadn't expected my sudden strike. He couldn't dodge, and the dagger drove deep into his chest. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared down at the blade. "Y-You… an outsider…" "The outsider you looked down on just killed you," I hissed, twisting the blade hard. When I yanked it free, blood splattered across my face. A scream tore from Eddie, and he dropped to the ground.

“They would rather die than surrender to a faggot like you. I just wish I could have taken out one of your mates instead of just your father.” And like that, the whole world stops. Devin growls at the alpha in front of us. “Not much you can do to me now, ass muncher. Fuck off.” Turning back to me, the alpha says, through labored breathing, “My cousin will get to you soon enough. And then he’ll show that bitch,” here he nodded to Arya, “just what happens to traitors.” The man coughs, his whole body racked with the movement, blood spurting from his lips. His eyes go wide as he feels his life draining away and I watch in shock as he dies.

“Unfortunately, Gaius was killed by Opal and Jacob that night they hurt you.” Anger shoots through me at the revelation. An innocent person died because those two heartless assholes don’t care for anyone but themselves. And what has it all been for? Just to get rid of potential witnesses to their terrible behavior? I have to resist the urge to run down to the dungeon and kick Jacob’s broken leg.

Then, Atticus lifted him off the ground before slamming him heavily to the ground. The immense impact shook the ground. Keagan’s mouth was frothing with blood. He died with his eyes open and bulged out. After finishing off Keagan, Atticus turned around and looked toward the ghastly pale Whitmans. “Even though I’m only ordered to kill Hendrick alone, you may join him since you’re all here, in case he gets lonely in the afterlife.” Hendrick’s expression was tainted with affection. He was planning on begging Atticus to show mercy by freeing Kayson and Noella when he saw Kayson step forward.

Sebastian sighed wryly and said, "There are always people who don't realize that they're in life-threatening situations. I want to tell you that you're about to die. "Before you do, tell us who gave you this order so that we can help you get revenge. That's the only thing we have to discuss." "Damn, you—" Before Dustin could finish, a thin red line appeared on his neck. He only felt that his body didn't seem as responsive and agile as before, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't raise the hand that was holding the gun. Right after that, Dustin's head fell into the back seat while his corpse fell down. The exact same thing happened to the burly men outside.

Only the dodgers this time would have no Sandy fields to stand on, but a quicksand subsidence that could slump them with a swing and a miss chance to run the diamond; while the throwers threw straight strikeout to catch the clay-men off-guard. VV and his men stormed the building tightly to not let them weave an escape path for the two. Their organisation was a perfect blitz for the next thing they found was two people cowering in their knees. They of course presumed these people as Albert and Von because they had no other reason to believe otherwise. “Albert. VP. It’s over.” VV raised his gun and pointed it at them. “Now I have no reason to bring you back alive Von, but let me just see that

His hand fell back down, and he took one last gasp, then he went still. Sorry? “Sorry for what?” My voice was barely above a whisper as I stared at his calm, emotionless face. He was dead. I wouldn't be receiving any answer. Zane was my only hope out of the life I was in. Now, what was I supposed to do?

"Is Duncan...is he dead?" Austin watched me, as if contemplating if it would be alright to tell me. "Hazel.." "Is he dead?" He sighed, his eyes closing momentarily. "Yes. He died less than three minutes ago. Every omega out there is rejoicing at the news. Everyone in this pack feels liberated by your courage. You have killed the man who has terrorised us for so long, you are a hero. But you don't seem to want this at all. Tell me why." I swallowed and looked up at him, my eyes welling up again. "So he died."