Toriel Dead Novels & Stories

I became a spy in my own home. The phrase sounds dramatic, but that's what it was. Documenting my husband's life like an anthropologist studying a dangerous species. I started that evening, sitting at the kitchen island with my laptop. Ostensibly shopping online while Flynn was still at work. Instead, I was googling "Daniel Torres death." The obituary was three paragraphs. That's it. *Daniel Torres, 34, tech security consultant, died in a car explosion on March 15th. He survived by his parents, Robert and Maria Torres of Boston. Services private.*

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

I manage to say and the last of Cordy's reserve cracks as her body shakes with unexpressed grief. "No," she shakes her head. "I refuse to believe it. There has to be a way," her eyes are brightly passionate. "I almost woke her up twice before. This time, this time I know I can..." Simultaneously, all three of our phones beep. "No..." Cordelia repeats before Atlas even begins reading the message, the same message I have on my phone as well. "Tilly passed away five minutes ago," Atlas reports, his voice flat. "Her heart stopped."

the man with the blond hair warned me. With another push, I managed to reach the knife and cut it in the chest of the man holding me. He cried out in pain. "Michael!" I heard the other man call him. Michael. That name stuck in my mind. I already knew I would never forget it. "Tom ..." was the last thing he said before to lose consciousness. "What did you do, stupid bitch?" Tom hit me. His blow was very strong. Stunned me. "If he dies, I'll kill you." he threatened me.

Sometimes with help from strangers who believed in what he was doing, who understood that the corruption had to be purged. "There was a moment," Torin said, staring into his tea, "when I was certain I was going to die in a cave in the northern territories. I was trapped with a feral that was twice my size and I was bleeding from three separate wounds. I thought that was it. I thought that was how my story ended." "But you survived," Rylan said. He was leaning forward, his attention completely focused on his brother. "I survived," Torin agreed. "Because the wolf inside me, Aurelia's wolf's distant cousin, I suppose I understood that Kaelen's death meant something only if I lived to prove it.

“Yeah… not by choice though.” My brows knitted. “What happened?” Torin drew a deep breath. “We heard about an attack on the villages by our eastern borders. Dearon led a few squads sent there…” His hands fisted. “It was a trap. More than a thousand Eudoris warriors waited for us there. They had slaughtered the villagers—innocent omegas, women, and children. We defeated them, but Dearon nearly died. He regained consciousness when the Great Battle had already ended. That was how he learned that his brother was dead, and he had just become an Alpha.”

It was also not clear to her why her Aunt tori died so suddenly. She read from the investigation that her Aunt Tori had 8 elite warriors with her when she traveled here to Lutania. What was the real cause of her death, and where is her mother’s body buried? “Don’t read while the car is moving, your eyes will go bad.” Nicholas nagged. Zane didn’t feel annoyed with his warning and simply nodded her head. “Do you think Aunt Tori really died because of a group of rogues?” she asked, she leaned her back to the chair and took a gander at her husband who was focused on driving.

Before she could make her move, however, Tiara heard a whistling sound as an extremely fine ray of light went through her neck. It took her a second to understand what had just happened, but the second she realized that there was now a hole—the size of a fist—in her neck now, her eyes widened as she flopped lifelessly to the ground. Tiara was no more. Retracting the Dawnbreaker with his mind, Gerald then walked up to Chester before saying, “Did you honestly expect her to do any sort of kind deeds before she died? When she barely had any traces of humanity left in her? Regardless, I know you’ve always been brooding and feeling troubled due to the matter regarding Lola and your father… However

Tiana giggled. 4 DAYS LATER** "Tori!!" Tiana screamed and ran into the laboratory. Tori widened her eyes and looked. She saw Tiana in tears. She was carrying Celia in her arms. "Tiana? What's the matter? Why is Celia this way?" Tori asked, scared. "My baby... She suddenly... fell and...Tori...She can't wake up- "Wh...at?" "Celia is dead" Tiana cried. "What do you mean by she's dead? How? Why? What happened?!"

She puts her hand to my face and brings the talisman towards my cheek. "Stop it!" the guy yells. The talisman hits my skin, and it's so painful I can't even scream. My vision blurs and everything goes dark for a moment. Then Heather is gone. Yanked off of me. I hear her fall against the ground, her cry more from anger than pain. "I'll give you one chance," the guy says. "Leave now. In two seconds I won't be so merciful." His voice sounds so familiar, like it's always been with me. Like it's, oddly, a part of me. I try to place it, but my head throbs and I can't think straight, let alone open my eyes.