True Blood Does Eric Die Novels & Stories

Eric looked at his brother, he always knew that he had a thing for Lucy but becoming this stupid was something he did not see coming. However he overlooked his brother, and stared back at the doctor that was still standing there like a statue confused on what exactly to do. Eric got so pissed as he brought out his gun, immediately pointed it at the doctor and without hesitation he pulled the trigger. He won’t tolerate any form of disobedience from anyone, not even his brother. Lucy got more frightened,seeing the doctor drop dead right in front of her with so much blood gulping out from the shot area, and it made her think, even in the midst of her tears, what her fate would be.

"I won, didn't I? You really stopped loving her. You said it yourself—you wished she'd die. Don't pretend your hands are clean, Eric. I wasn't the only one who pushed her to her death. You did too." "Yeah. Me." Eric closed his eyes. His throat felt choked up, and his voice came out rough. "You're right. I killed her with my own hands. And now you and Todd will be buried with her." Eric didn't kill them outright. That would've been too easy. He had Todd hauled out of the water cell and, in front of Mia, crippled all four of his limbs. Then, he ordered a dose of specially treated silver to be injected into Todd's body.

I also remembered how Eric, the person who was my first mate, had kidnapped me, his actions confusing me further. Returning home, I confronted Ricky, the question burning on my lips. “What happened to Eric?” I demanded, my eyes locked with his. Ricky’s gaze wavered, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. “He’s dead, Shannon.” My memory triggered as the truth emerged from Ricky’s lips. “You killed him,” I accused, my words heavy. Ricky didn’t bother to deny it, his admission hung in the air. Horror and hate boiled within me as I took in the extent of his actions.

he replied and Erica gasped immediately “that one is really Terrible, it can’t be cured most times… were they able to treat her?” “oh my goodness I am so sorry about that, I really can imagine” she replied him “The doctors were trying their possible best.. it was really a tough one, the day she died was the day my parents got killed” he replied. Erica cookies in her hands fell to the table immediately. “do not tell me that.. for real? They were murdered, did you take the case up?” she asked him

~NYRA~ I shoved Eric — or should I say the man who claimed to be him — off my body. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird; my breath came in shallow, ragged gasps. "Get away from me," I shrieked. I had seen him die. I had watched Mikael dig his claws into his chest. I had felt the tether of his existence snap in the psychic ether that bound our kind. Now he stood before me — solid, breathing, but undeniably wrong.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and I just knew he wasn’t okay. “Can you check? Is it over?” he whispered, his gaze fixated on the path. With my lips pursed together, I looked over my shoulder. Eric’s lifeless body lay at their feet. The Elders were speaking in hushed tones with the guards, probably instructing them on how to discard the body. Although I couldn’t see his face from our angle, I could tell that his neck was broken. The elders seemed to have wasted no time. “I guess it is.”

“Did you know I got migraines every year in June, the month I thought she died? That’s when I believed she was truly gone. Now that I know she’s alive and she’s just choosing to be away from me, I can’t sleep and every part of my body is screaming for her. My mind, my heart, my hands. All of me wants all of her,” Eric says almost at a near pant. I peel my eyes away from him and only now notice that a small crowd has gathered around the ends of the aisles to look at what they think might be a prodigal gone wrong.

“I killed your…brother.” “No, you didn’t.” Eric snatched the gun from me and fired a shot to Ethan’s forehead. And then another shot to his chest in the space of two seconds. “I killed him,” he said firmly and tossed the gun to the ground. “I’m the one who killed him. And he’s not my brother. He’s a monster who would've killed us both without a second thought and that’s why he had to die. You didn’t do it. I did.” Eric wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as tears streamed down my face. “It's over, tigress,” he whispered, his voice gentle yet filled with sorrow. “We're safe now.”

The light of the trap surged upward, wrapping around him like a cocoon. “No!” Eric shrieked. “You think this ends with me?” “Yes,” Draven answered coldly. “It ends exactly here.” A spike of enchanted silver drove upward through Eric’s chest from the rune circle—fast, clean, final. His body convulsed, black fire consuming itself. With one last unholy scream, Elder Eric was reduced to a pile of dust and bone. Silence. Then cheers. Aurora’s breath came heavy, her heart thudding in her ears.

VOID I tapped the cigarette above the open mouth of the corpse and let the ash snow down into him. Fitting. If he'd had a heartbeat left, he'd have felt the kiss of it. Too bad he didn't. I took one last drag, tasted metal and night, then let the butt fall and die on marble. A shot cracked behind me. "He was already dead, Katya," Eric said, not bothering to hide the sigh. "You didn't need to waste that round."