Toga Death Novels & Stories

I say, limping off before either of them can follow. “Forget that,” Caleb says, rushing to my side. “Why won’t you tell me what you are trying to keep us from,” “Caleb, I need you to trust me…” I start but Caleb stops and his eyes turn angry. I turn and see it. Different from what I feared, but equally disturbing and heart-wrenching. A framed photo of post-mortem posed Alpha and Luna. My alpha and Luna. Alpha holds his head in his hands on his chest and Luna, with her eyes, white and bloody dress, lays next to him, her head tilted so the wound that took her life is on full display.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Even Cedric laughed. The smile disappeared from Tobias' face. "But he loved this pack." His voice cracked. "And he loved our family." Tears filled his eyes. "He died protecting innocent lives." The crowd remained silent. "He died as an Alpha should." Tobias lowered his head. "And Silver Creek will remember him." The speech ended. It was simple, honest, and perfect—the kind of farewell Garrett would have wanted. When the coffin was lowered into the sacred earth, something inside me shattered.

He was clearly taking his final breaths. "Even though you're a ruthless and dishonorable man, Leto, out of consideration for our past friendship, I'll have you buried in a good place," Thiago said. Leto stared at Thiago. Even in his last moments, his gaze was brimming with hatred. Slowly, his breathing faltered. He died with eyes wide open. Thiago exhaled heavily. With mixed emotions, he said, "Maybe his life would've turned out differently if he hadn't been part of the Hexen Coven."

I heard Kira's voice, and I blacked out instantly as my head hit the roof of the vehicle. Finally, I managed to find the dead. I just hoped my team had enough time to escape, and I prayed they would never get caught again until death. T.b.c ©2021

I turned to see my mother collapsed against Jason. I helped him lift her up and the look of terror on her face is something I will never forget. “We need to go. Now.” Was all she said. Jason and I put her arms over our shoulders and walked her out of the stadium to the car. I turned to look back and honest to the Goddess I wish I never had. There, in front of the crowd stood Alpha Austin beating his chest holding something high for the crowd to see. I swallowed the bike that rose in my throat as recognition hit me. Hanging in his outstretched hand by the hair was my father’s head.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Amber, who has no hope of ever returning to her home decided to follow Zia in her research while forming her own life. While coming to Nora, she never revealed her reason for staying back with Zia and Amber to do research purposes. Although Zia was concerned at first, time faded away, looking at how much she is enjoying the research. For the last two years, Zia collected a lot of information concerning the line of death. Mr. Harper who is a history lecturer gave her a tip of his knowledge about the wall of death. While also researching her mother's death, the reasons for a tiger to kill her mother might be two

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.