Thragg Kills Debbie Novels & Stories

Maggie's POV: "Is it done?" Debby asked once I stepped out of the tent. She was breathless, and her hand was bloody, as well as the knife she was holding. A shiver went down my spine as I composed myself. There was no doubt that she was a heartless killer when it came to those she wanted revenge on. How could she easily stab the very mate who was the father of her unborn child? I did know she was going to watch him partake of the poisoned whiskey, but what I didn't see coming was her stabbing him.

,this bitch was crazy. "I'm team my family Debbie you all know that. Tell these men the truth you hired them to take a mate away from his true mate and I was on board till I saw your crazy. You all used us to advance and once my son was extremely happy you popped back up to try and destroy that. Well not anymore if you all proceed you die",the men paused as Debbie shrieked and grabbed the gun. She fired and mom dove in the way taking the hit to save me. "Mom!!!",I yelled.

We’re screwed, but I ain’t letting Jerry die. “Sasha, he’s fading!” Debby shouts, her voice cracking, desperate. She’s clutching her side, blood seeping through her bandage. “The ritual’s killing him!” “It’s not!” I snap, slashing at a thug who gets too close, my knife catching his arm. He yells, stumbling back. “He’s gotta finish it—blood and moonlight!” I glance at Jerry, his face twisted, like the wolf inside’s ripping him apart.

"It’s 2026. You’re in my home. You’re alive." ​I looked at him, my vision blurring with tears of rage and confusion. "You killed me. In the last life... you didn't just let me die. You did it yourself." ​Julian’s face went deathly pale. He didn't pull away. He didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. The "Forbidden Touch" was screaming at us—the closer we got, the more the Shadow between us pulsed, a dark, magnetic force that wanted to pull us into a single, lethal atom.

that the whole pack had been celebrating minutes ago was a corpse, a puppet that had been driven for three full days. The pack erupted. Every broadcast channel exploded simultaneously. Rage came through the screens in walls of text. My mother heard the forensic specialist's declaration and let out a sound that didn't belong to a rational creature. "You're lying. She was fighting in that arena just now." "She is the perfect warrior I built with my own two hands. She is the thing that was supposed to turn my life around." "You're the killers. You killed my daughter." She lunged at the specialist with both hands, dark red nails raking at their face.

Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life. The blacksmith stared out of the window of the moving bus before proceeding to spit outside. He was on his way to his parents where he would stay out of the reach of the demonic boy and the accursed house till things calmed down a little. After all, he had heard how Jason’s little witch brother was killed. The boy would be out for vengeance. That was one thing he could not deal with. He still remembered the day his wife traveled and he was in Jill’s apartment. Nobody was supposed to be home, not one. But the fool had come to Jill’s apartment, pushed open the damn without knocking, saw them naked and at eac

I couldn’t believe that the angry and ashamed attacker in front of me was the same sunny and bubbly young lady in the studio. When Debby spoke, her words were dripping with venom and vitriol. “Why shouldn’t I hate you? If you hadn’t caught me, my mother wouldn’t have been beaten to death because of my gambling father’s debts!” My jaw dropped in shock at the revelation. I had no idea her family had been so heavily in debt, and it appeared that me catching her in the act had gotten her fired and her mother killed. Complicated feelings welled up in my chest. “Debby, I had no idea—”

Mom's complaints were cut short as she followed the officer, going deeper and deeper inside the precinct. "Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask. No one answered her, but she found out very soon. In the large morgue, the officer led Mom and Cindy to stand beside a body. "Here's Ms. Flora Saddler. We've found her for you." Mom lifted the white sheet with trembling hands. Cindy leaned in as well. But the moment she saw my lifeless, still-open eyes, she screamed and collapsed to the ground. All color drained from her face.

Her mind is willing to grab the keys from her bag, open her car and move away from the area, but her body says otherwise. "Hey, Cherry! Run… you gotta run! That winged monster that Sir Mark is talking about is hovering above your head!" She is deaf from all the fear running all over her veins. Acting out of the desire to save Cherry, John got hold of a twig and threw it at her. This brought her back to her senses! Cherry snatched her keys from her bag and hurriedly open her car, stepping on the gas pedal heavily, she maneuvered out of the parking area in a matter of seconds.

"Where are Shelley, Tanya, and Kim? Wait, a minute. Did you kill them too, you backstabbing bitch?" Oh, crap. "No. Shelley was attacked by the dead, and that bitch killed Tanya and Kim when we got here." Andrea found her second wind as she stood, screaming at the top of her lungs and pointing at Casey. "She fucking shot them like dogs!" I glanced back at Casey to see her still ignoring everyone, rocking Mindy. "What the hell?" Danielle spun, examining Casey with shock and rage. "Both y'all shut the fuck up! They were infected. Casey had no choice. I would've done the same thing." Thomas hopped out of the bed of his truck and stalked over to the girls. "Der, get your girl to chill the hell ou