The Promised Neverland Death Novels & Stories

Ryder was still kneeling before the grave, unmoving, as if carved from stone. "She wouldn't blame you," a gentle voice called from behind him. Ryder stiffened. Slowly, he turned. And there stood Lucas, watching from a short distance away. "H-how did she die?" Ryder asked. His voice was dry and rough, as if his throat was scraped raw. "Peacefully," Lucas said with grief in his voice. "No pain. She asked to see one last sunrise, so I sat with her by the water. When the light broke, she closed her eyes. She was smiling."

He gave a few jerks to Nielle’s body but she never opened her eyes again. When Sunny saw this, he forcefully pulled Nick up out of the water while Rocky came up in the end. “Nielle?” Zara asked as Sunny swimed towards her. Sunny shook his head indicating that Nielle was dead. The group swimed back to the shore. Zara, Sunny and Rocky laid down on the shore while Nick walked a few more steps and collapsed down. “Nielle!” Nick cried out his heart. The girl he loved and planned to spend his whole life together was no longer alive. It broke his heart.

“I can’t die. I simply can’t die! I’m the disciple of poison doctors, and I’m highly valuable! If you spare me, Jenson, you’ll receive endless benefits.” Her face turned somewhat dark as she said, “On the contrary, once you kill me, troubles will soon follow you. You’ll never be at peace in your life and… I can foresee your beloved Tourmaline Estate becoming a sea of poison. Each one of you will die a horrible death!” Smack! A black shoe as swift as lightning flew in from outside the door. It was aimed directly at Nephele’s mouth, shoving itself into her mouth till it was almost airtight.

You're a jewel they can't have ever. Cassie:. Chris.... Chris:. Hmmmm....... Cassie:. Promise me you will not leave next I'll open my eyes. Chris:. I promise you. I will be with you till death.

He remained silent for a while, to the point I figured it was either too painful or he just didn’t trust me when he spoke again. “It happened a month before my first shit. They were away on pack business. I remember my father making me promise to do him proud in his absence, to keep the pack safe… My mother… gave me a hug, making me promise to not bully Anya…” He licked his lips again as I saw a tear fall from his eye. “They never returned. Of course, the pack was mad with fear, Althea, Dimitri’s mother. She managed to locate them with a spell.” He stopped hesitating for a moment.

And I am the legacy of a broken promise. When I left New York two years ago, under the promise that I would not be the one to pay for my mother’s alleged mistake, I knew from the first detour of the driver to boarding a private jet that the Villani would not let me go my way. I knew they would find me, wherever I was, and even here, inside the Convent of Saint Lucia, in a village a hundred and twenty kilometers from Rome, I certainly was never safe.

“I know you and understand that you are just a kid, you might even forget many things when you grow up, but I know you will never forget this day… The day that your parents and Pack members were burned to death. Thus, I also know that you will never forget what I just told you. But my child, you will have to promise me something… Never reject him when you find him. No matter what, you must protect and be there for him always. And listen, even if you meet hundreds of Mates in the future but without the name Ashton, then you will have to know that they are not your Promise Mate.” The queen's mother said to the little boy, who was just looking at her as if he could understand what the queen was

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

He had his hands folded in front of him, and the look on his face would break anyone’s heart. “Promise me you’ll look out for him.” Stanley’s words reverberated through my mind. I’d promised Stanley in a moment of weakness. I’d intended on going back to Stanley, to explain that I couldn’t keep that promise. But Stanley died before I could. Now I was stuck with a promise I’d made to a dying man. …Watch out for Jordyn… Which was in direct opposition to a promise I’d made to Dillon. …Stay away from Jordyn…

Seb pours himself another glass of the amber liquid, drinks it, and sighs. “Unfortunately, the Desanti Princess is dead.” I feel nothing. And that alone tells me how much I needed her alive. I help myself to some of the liquor too. “And her child?” “Dead too. Or I think the child is. I found a social media page this lady ran, and the last post is a tribute to her dead friend, no mentions of a child,” he says, and the glass stills in my hand. “At least not that child.” I raise a brow. “What do you mean?”